Lyrics:
this railroad earth
All aboard, all aboard this railroad earth
Trundling hobo, grey stone valley
The clock is ticking ticking on
Spruce and pine, coal
shelf
Is straight malt vinegar
One pull and I'm back to myself
It takes me back down to Earth
Lo this deep and longing pain
That seeps from my bones
to talk about us (Virginia Slave Rebellion)
(This is our life's story)
Harriet Tubman use to talk about us (Underground Railroad)
Malcolm X use to talk
Yesterday took the train but that shit was so slow
Fuck my wrist when I get rich, I'm buying iced out railroads
Ay, it's a while back home
But all my iced
days are coming soon
Sit beside me, by the fire
Let the big bulbs warm and inspire
Like a headlight on the Northern railroad
Keep us traveling through
hell for you, your children are waitin' for ya
Skin your baby alive and nail it to a tree with railroad spikes
Shit
We were responsible for the black
shroud
Waiting underground
There by the ridge be a gathering beneath the pilgrim moon
Where we shall await the beat of your feet hammering the earth
beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people
the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by
the railroad track
The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passin' by would stop and say
"My my, but
go go Johnny go go go Johnny be Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beside the tree by the railroad track
The engineer would see him
the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by
go go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny be Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
He sit beneath the tree by the railroad
the railroad track.
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade,
Playing to the music that the drivers made.
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my that
the railroad tracks
Engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
And people passing by would stop and say
My my but
go go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny be Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
He sit beneath the tree by the railroad
the time
I'd have no nightmares about paying taxes
I'd be dreaming about that railroad line
If you'd just stash a little bit of our money away before I see
the railroad track.
The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passin' by would stop and say
"my my,
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
on porches in front of houses and corner stores
I'm born to more horrific than syphilis 'cause where we live is
Hell on Earth, where was Heaven when shit's
scarcely hold our smiles
As he leaned in and whispered the directions to our prize
Walk along the railroad tracks
Turn down McKenna’s field
Keep walking
They used to tell me I was building a dream
And so I followed the mob
When there was earth to plow or guns to bear
I was always there right
sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
Oh the engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made,
Oh n'
beneath the tree by the railroad track
The engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by
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