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the land like a railroad vine
Winter time was blowin' in oh lord
Central station to the end of the line
From slums both sides of the wall
Faith so far from

sent here
To build the highway we hold so dear
There's a skeleton sitting on the tracks
Looks like a lynx or a mountain cat

The railroad spread like ivy

hoodlum
Police railroad the boy they call Saul Goodman
Hit man for pension, but I call off often
If you sleep  on me, I hope it's in a walled off coffin

On the Road to Hell there was a railroad track (mm)
Oh, come on!
There was a train comin' up from way down below (mm)
That was not six months!

On the road to hell there was a railroad track

Aw, come on!

And a train coming up from way down below

That was not six months!

Better go

Joe Hill

Billy Bragg

Don't Mourn - Organize!: Songs of Labor Songwriter Joe Hill

1990

the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine

of the fruit of the vine
Takes a lot of medicine
To make it through the wintertime
Way down Hadestown
Way down under the ground

Every little penny in

just need to grow up and dust off my shoes
I need to move on to railroads like you do
La-da-da, la-da-da, dandelions
La-da-da, la-da-da, sunflowers

Joe Hill

Phil Ochs

Tape from California

1968

the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine

Just a railroad heart 
On a one-track mind
This time, it isn't mine
She counterfeits the key to the city
Takes it on a joyride
And if it grips, she

I saw my shadow in the fog
As I passed the railroad tracks
I bought a bottle of vine
To cheer up my face
To make it white

Of I go now
I'm gonna have

George with the vine
Tennishu mic
Gas with the wine
Time spent working on the dopest shit
I got the papers hammer legit
This what I wanted this what I get

I'm somebody's spine.
I never asked to be part of your design.
If I'm lucky, a vine will feel inclined to climb me
and give me back foliage of which I

The railroad line
At 4th and Vine I'm home

I close the door
I cross the floor
And leave my poor old clothes

I crawl in bed
And my hold my head
With one more

I've been trucking down the railroad wasting time
I've been living like a fool in paradise

I've seen the sun go down
I've seen your leaves turn

my partner you stole my belongs
Made you some music you hated my song
Needed a light, you gave me a bomb
Now I'm a railroad praying for a train
Got me

(Yung blade)
Red potions mixing shit by the guard post
Going up high cast a spell by the railroad
Oh no oh no blow smoke through the vines
Dark

of coiling light
Lightning cracks on plated woes
Branching out like aging vines
Glowing with the pain of loss
My face is harsh and stained and shined
Broken

Walk on Boy

Rice Brothers

Blue Ribbon Bluegrass

1993

grapes on the vine

You can find him in big city winters
Out where the mission bell crys
And sorrow echos through the suburbs
And tries to close all

Old Spur Line

The Legendary Shack Shakers

Swampblood

2007

Don't go pokin' down that crooked Old Spur Line
Yeah, tread ye not down the dirty rotten Old Spur Line.

Two railroads diverged in a yellow wildwood.
It's