Lyrics:
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
don't care where I go
Gonna' push this rig 'til I push that girl out of my mind
If somebody wants to know
What's become of this so-and-so
Tell em' I'm
Barе hjælp mig, hjælp mig nu
Uh
Penge ind, penge ud
Ikk' spare, bare bruge
Rig en dag, men ikk' endnu
Og, uh
La' mig leve lige nu
Vi ska' ha' mere af
Galveston Bay looks pretty at night
The water dancin' in the drillin' rig lights
And I'll stand here next to the wind and the waves
Right where you left me
(Ikk' snak)
Vi' connected i hel' Scandinavia (Haha)
Spiller rig, men jeg ved, du' en fattig mand
Forsvarer vores hold ligesom Alaba
Og vi sender
dodge all the scales all right,
Six days on the road, now I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Well, my rig's a little low, but that don't mean she's slow.
ahead of the finance company
Now, I ain't seen my lady in a month or two
This old rig may cost me my family
'Cause when I truck on home, you know just
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice
I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever
Dallas and roll on south tonight
Well, long strips of rubber that you see
Were burnt off of this rig by the likes of me
And they'll rot along the highways
perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has he cross hairs zeroed on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going
on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight
Oh my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from my stack and she's a blowin'
wheels don't turn they'll start to rust
While I'm rockin' and a rollin' like a rolling stone
On a big rig rollin' down a long and lonely road
Up
Little rooster out on a fence post crowing
Here comes the storm like a big rig rolling
Here comes the storm like a big rig flying
Heavy, loaded
them scales all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna see my baby tonight
Well my rig's a little old
That don't mean she's slow
And the smoke's
Five months of bills
Sending Christmas cards
"Aw geez"
"I'm trying to rig up these lights!"
And finding a Christmas tree
The eighth thing
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You can keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd
Daylight's rising across the plains
This rig is streaking like a hellbound train
I smuggle whiskey, I smuggle gin
Where there's a need well I just
makes perfect sense
[Marv:] "And here come the players
As I speak to you now, the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
He's
You can put me on a rig
You can put me on a freight dock
Put a hammer in my hand
I'll give it all I've got
It's just what I do
It ain't hard
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
I worked the rigs from three 'til midnight
On the Corpus Christi Bay
I'd get off and drink 'til daylight
Sleep the mornin' away
I had a plan
the weather
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin'
Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinkin'
You can keep your rig if you're thinkin'
'At I'd care to swap
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