Lyrics:
fallin' on the earth ball
You know I tried, my dear, to be like everybody else
But my body and my mind had other plans
Here I am, laid down by your
the railroad tracks"
He says, "eagles in jet trails"
He says, "coils around feathers and talons on scales"
"Gravel under the belly plates"
He says, "wind in
the railroad tracks"
He says, "eagles in jet trails"
He says, "coils around feathers and talons on scales"
"Gravel under the belly plates"
He says, "wind in
They used to tell me I was building a dream
And so I followed the mob
When their was earth to plow or guns to bear
I was always their right
the railroad track
Engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my,
Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used
the railroad track
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
the railroad track
The engineer could see him
Sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm
That the drivers made
People passing by
They would stop
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh
Now when he went down in Tennessee,
All my friends they was glad to see me
Seen some down by the railroad track
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
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
There are blackberry brambles down where the railroads cross
And old timer trees wearing the spanish moss
No better place for a boy to get lost in
I believe I'm gonna ride a fast train down to the hillside
The wind is in my hair, the earth lady holds the mighty sunrise
The city life makes me oh
this already ringing land
Resonance choked by pale tendrils shooting off
From long lost roots once locked in nature
The stubbled senses ingrown now
Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth;
It touched the land to the pages of your manuscript.
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up
Little Benny Blue playing out in the back
Running through the weeds by the railroad track
Just a happy kid got nothin' on his mind
Well a minute
They used to tell me I was building a dream
And so I followed the mob
When their was earth to plow or guns to bear
I was always their right
By the noisy sea of Worth
When you get the world cleaned up
Satellites near Planet Earth
Tossin' all the noisy cups
Down they drop on the ground
there are blackberry brambles
down where the railroads cross
and old timer trees wearing the spanish moss
no better place for a boy
to get lost in
I dream, I dream of Big Sur, where the grass grows green as the salts of the earth
And San Francisco is kind, sending songs of love to the one I
through her earth
The way a jagged little pill
Shoves its way 'round the mouth of history
I love my mother like I love breathing air
Even when she bruises
earth shaker, on the journey no soul was lost
Freedom was her right and freedom is what Harriet Tubman would have
But she didn't forget about others
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