See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain.
Signals curling an open plain, rolling down the track again.
Locomotive pull the train, whistle blowing through my brain. See the sky about to rain.
Some are bound for happiness, some are bound to glory, Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowin' through my brain.
some are bound to live with less, who can tell your story?
Signals curlin' on an open plain, rollin' down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.
See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain. Played it loud and then the man broke it in the middle.
I was down in Dixie Land, played a silver fiddle,
See the sky about to rain.
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