When my train has left the station
If you’re there or not,
I may not even know
Have a round and remember
Things we did that weren’t so tender
Let the train blow the whistle when I go
On my guitar sell tickets
So someone can finally pick it
And tell the girls down at the Ritz
I said hello
Tell the gossipers and liars
I will see them in the fire
Let the train blow the whistle when I go
Let her blow, let her blow
Long and loud and hard and happy
Let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid
When I get laid Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow
You’ll be left without excuses
For the evils and abuses
Down to today from years and years ago
And have yourself another toke
From my basket full of smoke
And let the train blow the whistle when I go
Let her blow, let her blow
Long and loud and hard and happy
Let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid
When I get laid Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow
Charles, this is very good. I think you MUST send in your fave fives to My Last Song, joining other notables such as Arthur Smith, Justin Webb, Kristie West.
Remember, the couple of sentences explaining each choice are so important.
Ceers,
Paul
You can’t post this one without also referencing Cash’s ‘American V’, where the ol’ train (along with the notion of ‘road’) makes its powerful metaphorical way through the album:
Like the 309 [‘put me in my box on the 309’]
Further on (Up The Road)
On the Evening Train
and yer man Johnny weeps for his lost love:
Rose of My Heart
Oh hell, just go for the whole album!
What very good advice. Thank you, Kathryn!