Freight Train Racing Down A Hill (Larry W. Jones 04/11/2008) (song#5374)

Every evening at half past eight
Jake the bartender does his drill
Hey buddy, you don’t look so great
I move to a corner table to concentrate
A freight train racing down a hill

Tried one day to figure it out
I quit my job, a dead end route
To be a slob without a doubt
This life has robbed me of love’s thrill
A freight train racing down a hill

Second to second, minute to minute
And every hour that goes by
That freight train I hear beckon
With loads of pain, I reckon
I don’t stop to wonder why

Here I am when the sun goes down
Having my fun and drinking Crown
Thinking of her, nowhere around
A freight train racing down a hill

– instrumental –

Tried one day to figure it out
I quit my job, a dead end route
To be a slob without a doubt
This life has robbed me of love’s thrill
A freight train racing down a hill

Here I am when the sun goes down
Having my fun and drinking Crown
Thinking of her, nowhere around
A freight train racing down a hill

Freight train racing
Freight train racing
A freight train racing down a hill

Kingwood Kowboy