Train Trek
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Lyrics for Album: Farm Fresh Onions
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Tracks are starting to rumble, wheels beginning to roll
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There's a short handle shovel full of number 9 coal
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Hey, mister brakeman are we running on time
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No, mister engineer, think we're falling behind
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Will we crash on the trestle? Will we pass on the plain?
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All I can guess is, we'll be seeing that train
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No way to stop em? No way to tell?
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Keep your hand on the throttle and your eye on the rail
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Send the word to the sherriff, make the people lie down
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Tell the cook and the coachman, there's no turning round
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Up ahead is the tunnel, just beyond is the bend
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Pass the word to the preacher, it's all up to him
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Said the preacher's been drinking and he's starting to cry
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Saying Great God Almighty, we're all gonna die
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All the porters are betting nobody survives
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And the Indian Cowboy is taking a dive
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The undertaker is laughing, the doctor's cold as a stone
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The fiddle player is playing there's no place like home
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We'll be making the trestle just over the hill
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If we don't make it now boys, we never will
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When the trains hit the trestle and the trestle gave way
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The two trains collided in midair they say
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When the dust finally settled, all they found was a hole
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And a short handle shovel full of number 9 coal
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A hundred years after and a hundred miles high
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The captain commander looks down from the sky
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And he says to his soldiers, "She's pullin too strong"
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"We can hold her together, but we can't hold her for long"
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So we look for a message and we search in our souls
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As we sift through the wreckage like we're shoveling coal.
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Train Trek
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| Robert Earl Keen |
