Slow Train Through Georgia Songtext
von Bob Minner
Slow Train Through Georgia Songtext
Down by the county bridge, the gondolas roll
Haulin′ down to Birmingham that dirty half-slack coal
Should've let her move me on, come sunshine, rain or drought
Just like the circle says, the Southern serves the South
Hardships and troubles, don′t you know I've had some?
Gettin' older every day, I′m a fair-weather bum
Let me tell you good people here, it′s just about time
To catch a slow train through Georgia and ease my worried mind
Forty miles an hour, she's rollin′ down the line
Greasy rail, red clay trails through the long leaf pines
Any place that the sunshine falls, that's where I long to be
Sunshine Southern Special, won′t you roll me to the sea?
Hardships and troubles, Lord, you know I've had some
Gettin′ older every day, I'm a fair-weather bum
Let me tell you good people here, it's just about time
To catch a slow train through Georgia and ease my worried mind
Lord, I wish I′s a-livin′ day by day some place down the track
Come on, gal, my old pal, Lord, you know we'll not look back
I′ll take down this old guitar and I'll play it every day
Like a slow train through Georgia and roll my blues away
Hardships and troubles, don′t you know I've had some?
Gettin′ older every day, I'm a fair-weather bum
Let me tell you good people here, it's just about time
To catch a slow train through Georgia and ease my worried mind
Haulin′ down to Birmingham that dirty half-slack coal
Should've let her move me on, come sunshine, rain or drought
Just like the circle says, the Southern serves the South
Hardships and troubles, don′t you know I've had some?
Gettin' older every day, I′m a fair-weather bum
Let me tell you good people here, it′s just about time
To catch a slow train through Georgia and ease my worried mind
Forty miles an hour, she's rollin′ down the line
Greasy rail, red clay trails through the long leaf pines
Any place that the sunshine falls, that's where I long to be
Sunshine Southern Special, won′t you roll me to the sea?
Hardships and troubles, Lord, you know I've had some
Gettin′ older every day, I'm a fair-weather bum
Let me tell you good people here, it's just about time
To catch a slow train through Georgia and ease my worried mind
Lord, I wish I′s a-livin′ day by day some place down the track
Come on, gal, my old pal, Lord, you know we'll not look back
I′ll take down this old guitar and I'll play it every day
Like a slow train through Georgia and roll my blues away
Hardships and troubles, don′t you know I've had some?
Gettin′ older every day, I'm a fair-weather bum
Let me tell you good people here, it's just about time
To catch a slow train through Georgia and ease my worried mind
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