Long Train Blues Songtext
von Robert Wilkins
Long Train Blues Songtext
She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
Said she′d ride, she'd ride till the blues way off of me
It′s a pullin' freight train, runnin' side by side
It′s a pullin′ freight train, runnin' side by side
They done stole my rider and I guess they satisfied
They roll in the desert, kept on easin′ by
They roll in the desert, kept on easin' by
Know I feel just like she have said her last goodbye
Friend, she won′t write, she won't telephone
Friend, she won′t write, she won't telephone
Make me bleed to my soul, my rider call that gone
But if I had wings, friend, like Noah's dove
But if I had wings, friend, like Noah′s dove
I would raise and fly, God knows where my lover was
I lay down at night, I can′t sleep at all
I lay down at night, I can't sleep at all
Off a line, there wonderin′ if the one rollin' in her arms
Lays my head on my pillow, friend, it be too high
Lay my head on my pillow, friend, it be too high
Take it down, lay me level, I′m gettin' sick and ′bout to die
She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
Said she′d ride, she'd ride till the blues way off of me
It′s a pullin' freight train, runnin' side by side
It′s a pullin′ freight train, runnin' side by side
They done stole my rider and I guess they satisfied
They roll in the desert, kept on easin′ by
They roll in the desert, kept on easin' by
Know I feel just like she have said her last goodbye
Friend, she won′t write, she won't telephone
Friend, she won′t write, she won't telephone
Make me bleed to my soul, my rider call that gone
But if I had wings, friend, like Noah's dove
But if I had wings, friend, like Noah′s dove
I would raise and fly, God knows where my lover was
I lay down at night, I can′t sleep at all
I lay down at night, I can't sleep at all
Off a line, there wonderin′ if the one rollin' in her arms
Lays my head on my pillow, friend, it be too high
Lay my head on my pillow, friend, it be too high
Take it down, lay me level, I′m gettin' sick and ′bout to die
Writer(s): Rev. Robert Wilkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

