Lyrics:
the rail
It bun me, another black man in a jail
Bun me fi see the youth stand up behind the rail
Jamaica a the land of wood and water
Wood might a free
dark underground
The only escape on the rails of land
On the rails of the gate
I looked up over
I was gone
The locomotive bear its fate
Rest breathe lie
Luther King
And still the train rolls forward over history's rugged trail
Straightening by the journey and the land beneath her rail
And you and I roll
history's rugged trail
Straightin' by the journey and the land beneath her rail
And you and I roll along and stoke the freedom fire
For we tand to all
history's rugged trail
Straightin' by the journey and the land beneath her rail
And you and I roll along and stoke the freedom fire
For we tand to all
notched on the skull
Sailors on a sea of land
Rattling rails out under the gulls
Take the Fifteen Guinea Special out of town
It's the last time it's coming
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
right up and say welcome home son welcome home to Santa Fe (hold for 3 beats). Land of crops splitting rails swapping tails around the fire ,except for
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
Follow the road
Straight back again
Over the grass verge
Into the old land
Follow the rails
Straight home again
Into your open arms
No longer broken
Follow
Hang on the telephone wires
That follow me through the land
The rails I recognize in my hands
I draw black dots in my palms
Give them names
I
a cannery
I was a pirate,
c prospector, a sailor
Earning my crust of bread
With my own labor
Then I went a hobo-ing
ccross this great wide land
Riding
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
bumper
Around the world in just two hours
Rain the roads with bloody showers
As I fly up towards the sky
It is possible I could die
I land unconscious
guess I felt safe with my feet on the ground
Always wanted to grind a rail fly through the sky like a nightingale
Come down when the earth calls my name
the U.S.A.
Laying Rail across the land from sea to shining sea
Immigrants from other lands made their new home here
Working on the Open Hearths pouring molten
Rail jam is getting hot
I'm waiting at the top
Judges calling out my name
It is time for me to drop
The rails are right in front
I'll rip a cool
the truth
but sadly not from you
When they thought I'd passed
they buried my name
and I bet you never shed a tear
your like the cold hard rail
cutting cross
Good Lord Done Gone
Midnight hour dealing the last hand
Got up and left for the Promised Land
They ran him on a rail to the edge of town
He took one
Ernest Tubb, if they asked me to join the club
He'd probably run me outta Nashville on a rail
Somebody's got to stop me before I land on the Grand Ole
crossing and let the traffic flow
Queensland Rail says no no no,
we own the land and over you will go.
Well if there's one thing in this town that's got
said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western strand
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down
skipped the rails, and we started to fail
And we folded up, and it’s not enough
Think about how close we came
I wanna walk like a giant on the land
I
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