I ain't no cowboy I just look like one And I ain't no prisoner But I'm on the run from these chains And I'm just between trains I ain't no loner I just
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Train set and match spied under the blind Shiny and contoured the railway winds And I've heard the sound from my cousin's bed The hiss of the train at
It was a nice sunny day until the heat we fell victim Sex on our minds while I was in her system Girls with them beautiful, fellas the same A freak said
Call you up in the middle of the night Like a fire flower miles away You were there like a blow torch burnin' I was a key that could use a little turnin
Old toy trains, little toy tracks Little boy toys, comin' from a sack Carried by a man dressed in white and red Little boy don?t you think it?s time you
Something about trains Something about love Something about this old Earth And the way it looks from up above Something about satellites Something about
You keep chuggin along on a road to nowhere Nobody's out there, Im not even here anymore You're kinda boring me You got stuck in your comfort zone And
DJ keep playing this twice, I cant stop while the beat goes da-dada-dada. I feel naughty but Im always nice, I know you wanna get a piece of that da-dada
[Verse 1:] You told me that she's the girl you just look down on La La La Bum Bum La La La La You love me more cuz I'm the one you put your mouth on
Like the last of the good ol' puffer trains I'm the last of the blood and sweat brigade And I don't know where l'm going, or why I came I'm the last
Flashman's in the belfry shouting as loud as he can Samson's up all night again talking about himself What a wonderful man and I'm just wild about Ronnie
It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning I'm trying to keep my back from the wall The prophets and their pawns have had another success And I'm wondering why
something about trains something about love something about this old earth and the way it looks from up above something about satellites something about
When the train pulls in the station you'll be waiting at the track You're having troubles sleeping nights and you want me to come back That old train
Old toy trains, little toy tracks Little toy drums coming from a sack Carried by a man dressed in white and red Little boy, don't you think it's time
Mama's gone and got herself a new man It's a shame, he's the same Mama please, please, stop pretending This time, it won't end in tears I find myself,
