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Songs of the Kingwood Kowboy
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Subject: Lyr Add: A Girl Named George From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 03 Sep 19 - 06:44 PM A Girl Named George (Larry W Jones 09/03/2019) (song #7591) Started life as a girl in nineteen thirty one The old Texas doc yelled It’s a girl, not a son My Daddy Jones fell down on his face on the floor Then he opened up one bottle and drank some more And what he did is something hard to get undone He signed my birth certificate in bitter tones My Mama didn’t see what Daddy did to me Cause my Daddy he done gave me the name George Jones So, at nineteen I left Texas In Nashville, worked to make money As a waitress down on Broadway No cowboys would call me honey Cause all the uniforms I owned Had my name written as George Jones I know I coulda had me any ‘ol cowboy If Daddy had named me Daisy and not a dude But when cowboys read the name on my uniform They laughed so hard they couldn’t eat their plate of food So, I just clean up the bar with my tray caddie While I try to understand my own darn hormones And that’s when I start in to cussin’ my Daddy For him not a-namin’ me Daisy, but George Jones One night I finished work on Broadway in Nashville Then headed for my empty room And I wished there was any way to change my name That had brought on me so much gloom When on the corner there stood a handsome cowboy He said something that thrilled my bones Cause what he told me was that his name was Daisy Pleased to meet you then, I’m George Jones Well, me and Daisy we got hitched Got us a daughter and a son Yeah, we named our girl Johnnie Cash And our son Jill gets diaper rash Now, when I get home from my job Me and Daisy, we get along When Daisy whispers in my ear Dear, I’m in love with you, George Jones |
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Subject: Lyr Add: Bahamas Dorian Blues From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 03 Sep 19 - 08:27 PM Bahamas Dorian Blues (Larry W Jones 09/03/2019) (song #7592) Dorian blew in from the east Turned bright blue skies as dark as night Hurricane winds that would not cease Brought trouble in the Bahamas alright When I got up that blue morning Water was coming in my front door Thought I’d seen my share of trouble But Dorian brought trouble more I got into my old row boat Paddled over to Como Hill Then I looked down on my old house While Dorian was blowing still It thundered and the lightning struck And the hurricane went so slow Dorian left us in the muck And now we’ve got no place to go Dorian blew in from the east Turned bright blue skies as dark as night Hurricane winds that would not cease Brought trouble in the Bahamas alright |
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Subject: RE: Songs of the Kingwood Cowboy From: Joe Offer Date: 03 Sep 19 - 08:57 PM Hi, Larry - please tell us a bit about yourself, and about the songs you post. Note that I moved your songs into one thread. They get lost if they're scattered one song to a thread. Also, please log in if you are posting regularly. -Joe Offer, Mudcat Music Editor- |
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Subject: Lyr Add: Before The Blanket And The Saddle From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 04 Sep 19 - 12:14 PM Before The Blanket And The Saddle (Larry W Jones 09/04/2019) (song #7593) Before the blanket and the saddle In the west were mustangs running free Before the blanket and the saddle Wild is how mustangs were meant to be But broken promises and treaties Broke the spirit of horse and red man Before the blanket and the saddle Rode the freedom of the mustang band Now, don’t call them cayuse or broncos Mustang’s the name by which they are known Before the blanket and the saddle Mustangs ran the range which was their home Indians gave the mustangs freedom To run just like the wind in the sun There’s no reason in God’s creation Why we can’t let ‘em run, let ‘em run Before the blanket and the saddle Mustangs, like the wind were running free |
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Subject: ADD: Wolverton Mountain Man From: Joe Offer Date: 04 Sep 19 - 12:47 PM The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #7634 Message #3493926
Tribute song for Claude King: |
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Subject: RE: Songs of the Kingwood Kowboy From: Kingwood Kowboy Date: 06 Sep 19 - 10:39 PM In Far North Idaho-I-O (Larry W Jones 09/06/2019) (song #7595) Come now all you jolly cowboys How far north would you like to go Would you all like to ride the trails In far north Idaho-I-O In far north Idaho We’re riding up to Idaho That’s what we greenhorn cowboys say But riding up to Idaho Might just depend upon our pay Tail boss said he’d pay good wages And pay the stage to there and back But place your X on these pages That you will stay and not backtrack Now, greenhorns if you get homesick And back to the warm south you go You won’t be paid or your sidekick In far north Idaho-I-O In far north Idaho We had a bumpy stage journey Cause o’er the ruts we had to go We stopped in Elk City dirty In far north Idaho-I-O In far north Idaho Well, then the big cattle agent Took us to the cow pasture grounds Here’s the bunkhouse jolly cowboys Here’s where all of you will lie down Well, our grub the dogs would snarl at The slats did not keep out the snow We felt worse than a poisoned cat In far north Idaho-I-O In far north Idaho |
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Subject: RE: Songs of the Kingwood Kowboy From: Kingwood Kowboy Date: 06 Sep 19 - 11:02 PM Greenhorn Song (Larry W Jones 08/31/2019) (song #7590) Come on greenhorn, bring your saddle Keep your head up and use your brains Bring your new spurs, lasso, bridle Cause from now on you’ll ride the plains Keep your eyes on crusty cow hands Old cowboys who can strut their stuff And some day you’ll be in command Play it smart and grow tough enough Come on greenhorn and mount your hoss These old cowboys all know their trade Wranglers, cooks, stockmen and trail boss This working ranch is where they’re made Keep your mind on all the things son That makes a cowboy of renown Make mistakes and you won’t be one And then you’ll let that new wife down Come on greenhorn, watch the branding The Rocking-J will burn rawhide And while they’re down, you be handy A pocket knife makes bulls denied Keep your eye on that red heifer That’s her new calf and she’s got fight Wear those chaps of brand new leather You’ll be riding night herd tonight Come on greenhorn and git with it |
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Subject: RE: Songs of the Kingwood Kowboy From: Kingwood Kowboy Date: 07 Sep 19 - 06:30 PM Southerly Wind (Larry W Jones 08/28/2019) (song #7585) Blow you southerly wind Southerly wind, southerly wind Blow you southerly wind O’er the deep and bonnie blue sea Blow you southerly wind Southerly wind, southerly wind Blow you southerly wind My own bonnie true love to me A lad said in the town New ships were in the harbor lee So, I hurried on down On down to the bonnie blue sea Blow you southerly wind Southerly wind, southerly wind Blow you southerly wind My own bonnie true love to me My eyes could not see it Just wherever her ship might be The schooner, where be it That brings my own true love to me Blow you southerly wind Southerly wind, southerly wind Blow you southerly wind My own bonnie true love to me Oh nay, tis not so sweet Southerly wind softly the breeze Though lightly it does meet The rolling deep bonnie blue sea Blow you southerly wind Southerly wind, southerly wind Blow you southerly wind My own bonnie true love to me Blow you southerly wind My own bonnie true love to me |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 05:39 PM Blue Side Of The Track (Larry W. Jones 10/30/2006) (song#4108) This old town seems empty and cold Even the sky has turned to black All my dreams have been put on hold My baby’s on a new found track Every railroad track has two directions Now, one goes forward, one goes back She’s on that new disappearin’ section And I’m walkin’ the blue side of the track Yeah, I’m walkin’ the blue side of the track Still tryin’ to figure out what went wrong Somethin’ tells me I’ll never get her back When she left, she said I couldn’t come along Yeah, I’m walkin’ the blue side of the track Somethin’ tells me I’ll never get her back That girl was the center of my world But now my world is filled with pain My heart on her little finger was twirled But she didn’t linger for that outbound train Every railroad track has two directions Now, one goes forward, one goes back She’s on that new disappearin’ section And I’m walkin’ the blue side of the track I’m walkin’ the blue side of the track |
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Subject: RE: Train songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 05:51 PM Midnight Zephyr (Larry W. Jones 11/05/2007) (song#4120) Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Keep your big ‘ol wheels rollin’ down the track Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr The way I feel, my goal ain’t to be comin’ back I’ve got a mind to pack and go Like a forty mule Borax team I wanna find your stack aglow Pourin’ out smoke and steam She ran away with another man But I ain’t beggin’ on my knees I’m rollin’ away fast as I can On that Midnight Zephyr breeze Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Keep your big ‘ol wheels rollin’ down the track Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr The way I feel, my goal ain’t to be comin’ back I’ll be on my way down to Santa Fe With a whistle stop in San Antone Don’t look for me neither night or day When that last trestle finds me gone She’ll be sorry for not doin’ me right On a starry night I’ll be on her mind Like a bird in flight I’ll be out of sight Listnin’ to that Midnight Zephyr whine Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Keep your big ‘ol wheels rollin’ down the track Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr The way I feel, my goal ain’t to be comin’ back Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr |
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Subject: RE: Train songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 05:55 PM Old Red Caboose (Larry W. Jones 11/30/2006) (song#4194) He was feeble of leg and of limb Glasses told his sight was dim He put his pocket watch away After forty years of railroad use And he thought about the days Spent in the old red caboose Yes, he was feeble of leg and of limb And glasses told his sight was dim He could barely see the signal’s glow Though he could hear the whistle’s blow He knew there was no more excuse For ridin’ in the old red caboose Every day younger men would show And he knew it was time for him to go He knew they’d be tested by the rain And when the train plowed the snow But it was time for him to turn it loose And say goodbye to the old red caboose He put his pocket watch away After forty years of railroad use And he thought about the days Spent in the old red caboose And he thought about the days Spent in the old red caboose |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:00 PM For Old Trains (Larry W. Jones 11/30/2006) (song#4199) Me and my brothers, when we were boys Didn’t bring our mother too much joy When we’d sneak off to watch the trains rolling by I remember that lonesome whistle sound That our mother heard for miles around We’d wave and the conductor would wave goodbye Now those old trains don’t run like they used to There came hard times in railroad land Everybody was poor, couldn’t lend a hand Shiny new locomotives go flying by For old trains I hang my head and sigh On the banks of the San Jacinto we would stand Three boys with fishin’ poles in our hands We’d marvel at the smoke so black Coming from that old trains’ smokin’ stack For old trains I still dream at night When an old locomotive whistle whined It would call us down to the river to play Now they’re still in these dreams of mine Dreams that seem will never drift away Now those old trains don’t run like they used to There came hard times in railroad land Everybody was poor, couldn’t lend a hand Shiny new locomotives go flying by For old trains I hang my head and sigh |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:03 PM Cotton Pickin’ Railroad Blues (Larry W. Jones 12/24/2006) (song#4253) Now, I was born in Texarkana In the middle of a cotton patch Yeah, I was born in Texarkana Not far from the railroad track I picked cotton in the heat of day Heard the train’s whistle at night I picked cotton in the heat of day Thought of disappearin’ from sight That old train’s load of new cotton Disappeared down the track from view I rode some dreams I’ve forgotten With the cotton pickin’ railroad blues Now, my Daddy was a cotton picker My Mama was a hard working soul Now, what can I say about my sister Except that Texarkana took its toll When I think about pickin’ cotton I just put on my travellin’ shoes And on the track of dreams forgotten Sing the cotton pickin’ railroad blues That old train’s load of new cotton Disappeared down the track from view I rode some dreams I’ve forgotten With the cotton pickin’ railroad blues When I think about pickin’ cotton I just put on my travellin’ shoes And on the track of dreams forgotten Sing the cotton pickin’ railroad blues |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:13 PM Freight Train From Texas (Larry W. Jones 01/09/2007) (song#4305) When I was just a kid, I did what most kids did Or at least those who lived along the tracks When school was out, in Summer I found out What the magic of freight trains was all about Two cold rails of steel A thousand hot freight train wheels That sound sent my wild dreams down the track And those dreams were bound to never come back Freight train from Texas, freight train from Texas Dreams never to return, turn, turn, never to return When I heard that freight train whistle roar It sounded like an outbound musical score Mama couldn’t keep me from chasing that freight train lore Every night when I went to sleep My dreams were freight train deep And before too long, I was singin’ that freight train song Freight train from Texas, freight train from Texas Dreams never to return, turn, turn, never to return I hopped on an outward bound, to see what could be found There were dreams I had to catch in that freight train sound I’ve heard it said of trains, somehow they mesmerize brains Every time a freight train rolled through I found out I was one of those fools too That world of mine would never be the same Freight train from Texas, freight train from Texas Dreams never to return, turn, turn, never to return Dreams never to return, turn, turn, never to return Freight train dreams never to return |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:17 PM Train To El Paso (Larry W. Jones 01/26/2007) (song#4355) I’m boarding the train to El Paso Got my ticket right here in my hand I’m boarding the train to El Paso Gonna find me some west Texas sand I left that girl back in Dallas You know, she treated this poor cowboy bad Never seen a girl so callous Now read this El Paso paper employment ad I’m boarding the train to El Paso Where it don’t hardly ever rain, I am told I’m boarding the train to El Paso Gonna find myself a true love I can hold Thank goodness Texas is as wide as it is A cowboy can find a place to hide that is his I’ve died inside cause love’s gone amiss I’m boarding the train to El Paso without a kiss – instrumental – I’m boarding the train to El Paso Got my ticket right here in my hand I’m boarding the train to El Paso Gonna find me some west Texas sand I’m boarding the train to El Paso Gonna find me some west Texas sand |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:21 PM Train To Amarillo (Larry W. Jones 01/26/2007) (song#4359) Is this the train to Amarillo, I heard somebody say And it was plain I’d heard that voice before I was so surprised when she looked into my eyes But before I could reply, she turned and stepped away I was standing in the rain as I called out her name Then she turned back to me and I heard her cries The dining car waiter poured our past Up to the brim of the tall wine glass And we talked over times we both held dear The Great Plains train whistle blew As through the Texas night we flew Knowing that Amarillo would soon be near Amarillo summer nights when we were young Were now igniting old memories one by one We were two older dreamers, it was plain On a midnight screamer, the Amarillo train We were two older dreamers, it was plain On a midnight screamer, the Amarillo train When we got to the station, I kissed her goodbye She had to go on to Santa Fe How in all creation did I lose her to another guy I still wonder to this very day – instrumental – The dining car waiter poured our past Up to the brim of the tall wine glass And we talked over times we both held dear The Great Plains train whistle blew As through the Texas night we flew Knowing that Amarillo would soon be near Amarillo summer nights when we were young Were now igniting old memories one by one We were two older dreamers, it was plain On a midnight screamer, the Amarillo train We were two older dreamers, it was plain On a midnight screamer, the Amarillo train Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:24 PM An Old Hobo Again (Larry W. Jones 02/02/2007) (song#4371) I listen to the rumble and the lonesome whistle blow Of another old freight train as it rolls on by so slow I listen to the clatter and the chatter of the wheels Only an old hobo like me could ever know how it feels Hear the freight train whistle blow Hear the freight train whistle blow Hear those wheels go clickety clack As it rumbles slowly down the track I know there’s an old hobo Grumbling on his way back From wherever he’s been down the track When I hear that freight train whistle blow And I hear those wheels go clickety clack I’m an old hobo again who knows he can’t go back When night time comes, I listen Even if the time is getting late I listen for the train of dreams That old slow moving freight And when I hear that lonesome sound That only comes from an outward bound I become an old hobo again Hopping that old slow freight train I know there’s an old hobo Grumbling on his way back From wherever he’s been down the track When I hear that freight train whistle blow And I hear those wheels go clickety clack I’m an old hobo again who knows he can’t go back Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:27 PM Rollin’ Down That Railroad Track (Larry W. Jones 02/04/2007) (song#4385) See that locomotive comin’ with a flaming stack Eight big wheels a-rollin’ down the track I wonder if he’ll ever be a-comin’ back From rollin’ and a-rollin’ down that railroad track I wonder how that ‘ol locomotive engineer feels With his hand on the throttle burnin’ up the steel Don’t you know he wouldn’t trade for a Cadillac Keeping that locomotive a-rollin’ down the track Twenty flat cars and forty nine box cars too Enough to make a hobo’s teeth shake a-loose That locomotive’s loaded but he’s got the juice Rollin’ down that track like a flyin’ goose – train whistle and harmonica – I wonder how that ‘ol locomotive engineer feels With his hand on the throttle burnin’ up the steel Don’t you know he wouldn’t trade for a Cadillac Keeping that locomotive a-rollin’ down the track One of these days I’m gonna pack my sack Hop aboard a freight goin’ clickety-clack I wonder if I’ll ever be a-comin’ back From rollin’ and a-rollin’ down that railroad track Rollin’ and a-rollin’ down that railroad track Rollin’ and a-rollin’ down that railroad track Rollin’ and a-rollin’ down… [outbound whistle] Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:35 PM Down The Heartbreak Line (Larry W. Jones 03/30/2007) (song#4550) Bright light shinin’ down a railroad track Night train whinin’ with a flaming stack Listen to the whistle leavin’ me behind Takin’ my baby down the Heartbreak Line Choo choo rollin’ down the Heartbreak Line Well, I thought my baby’s love was true Now she’s gone with somebody I never knew Down The Heartbreak Line I wouldn’t buy a ticket even if I could I’m singin’ like a cricket on old dead wood About that uptown baby of mine Down The Heartbreak Line Choo choo rollin’ down the Heartbreak Line – instrumental – I wouldn’t buy a ticket even if I could I’m singin’ like a cricket on old dead wood About that uptown baby of mine Down The Heartbreak Line Choo choo rollin’ down the Heartbreak Line Choo choo, choo choo Down The Heartbreak Line I wouldn’t buy a ticket even if I could I’m singin’ like a cricket on old dead wood About that uptown baby of mine Down The Heartbreak Line Choo choo rollin’ down the Heartbreak Line Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:37 PM Midnight Flier (Larry W. Jones 04/09/2007) (song#4571) Your love is now a lying thing Heartaches are all it brings A truer love’s what I require I’m gonna roll, roll, roll on the midnight flier I’m leavin’ town on the midnight flier I’m gonna roll, roll, roll Away from this mire So, shovel that coal, coal, coal To the midnight flier, the midnight flier – instrumental – Your love that once was sweet Now lies in shame at your feet I’m not to blame for this, dear And you can claim my every tear I’m leavin’ town on the midnight flier I’m gonna roll, roll, roll Away from this mire So, shovel that coal, coal, coal To the midnight flier, the midnight flier So, shovel that coal, coal, coal To the midnight flier, the midnight flier Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:38 PM New Time Zone (Larry W. Jones 03/07/2007) (song#4501) I saw a big eight wheeler comin’ down the track With the whistle blowin’ and a flamin’ stack And it was travelin’ on, to a new time zone That was all I had to see, and it called to me My new home, you see, is a hundred box cars long And I’m travelin’ on, to some new time zone Now, that woman of mine and I were doin’ fine But she got to drinkin’ a little too much wine And talkin’ on the phone, until the early dawn I didn’t know it then, but it was not her kin She done her daddy wrong, and I’m now long gone I’m in my new home, a hundred box cars long I asked the engineer nice, blow the whistle twice So she can hear it moan, as I’m travelin’ on Now, all you guys at home who’s payin’ the price For a two timin’ woman who’s love is cold as ice Better take my advice and treat the engineer nice In your new found home, a hundred box cars long I gave no regard stoppin’ at the switchin’ yard I’m through with bein’ hitched, my heart is scarred And I’m travelin’ on, to some new time zone I hopped a big eight wheeler comin’ down the track With the whistle blowin’ and a flamin’ stack Now I’m a-travelin’ on, to a new time zone Travelin’ on, to a new time zone Travelin’ on, to a new time zone Travelin’ on… Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:40 PM Ghost Train (Larry W. Jones 04/26/2007) (song#4613) The old train was standing on the side track Four hobos climbin’ in the boxcar at the back I decided to take a look in the old car up front That’s when I heard the whistle and the bump Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Me and four hobos ridin’ to the twilight zone tonight Ghost train went clickity clack, clickity clack and bump As it rattled on down the tracks with a thumpity thump Then it went through a tunnel so dark a cat couldn’t see Hobos were screamin’, scared my ‘ol heart right out of me Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Me and four hobos ridin’ to the twilight zone tonight Said to myself, sonny this train ride’s the end of you Now it ain’t so funny when a sane man goes crazy too I can’t understand it all or just how I got back here It must have been a dream down a train track of fear Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Me and four hobos ridin’ to the twilight zone tonight Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:43 PM Riding The Rails Of The Outward Bound (Larry W. Jones 05/10/2007) (song#4639) Looking out this open boxcar door At the cold heavy falling snows Around the midnight train it blows And on the tattered plywood floor Thinking of the crackle of a hobo’s fire Is just another thing to get me down Wondering why I’m on this midnight flyer Riding the rails of the outward bound Another blue monday, another new town There’s not a lot for lonely hobos to do I’ve seen faces staring at the ground But the only one I’m caring about is you I read all of last week’s funny papers One had teardrops falling off a clown Funny how folks laugh at hobo’s capers Riding the rails of the outward bound – instrumental – Another blue monday, another new town There’s not a lot for lonely hobos to do I’ve seen faces staring at the ground But the only one I’m caring about is you I listen for footsteps of the railroad bull Hoping I don’t see him at my boxcar door And if this coat had a little bit more wool Maybe I could feel as warm as I was before And the winter this year is sure to last I’m headin’ south where the sun is found On down the tracks far away from my past Riding the rails of the outward bound Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:45 PM I’m A Hobo (Larry W. Jones 05/17/2007) (song#4650) Well, I was asked, how come I don’t work like real men do Now, how can I be at work and be a hobo too Freight train’s a-comin’ and the sky is blue I’m gonna be a hobo ’til my life is through Where the four winds blow, I’m a hobo Where the four winds blow, that’s where I’ve been Where the four winds blow, I’m a hobo On any old feight train comin’ ’round the bend Well, I was asked, what do I do with the money I earn Now, if I ever had money, it was money to burn I used to have a job with a good return But now I’m just a hobo with no concern Where the four winds blow, I’m a hobo Where the four winds blow, that’s where I’ve been Where the four winds blow, I’m a hobo On any old feight train comin’ ’round the bend When the summer time comes, I’ll be headin’ north When the winter time comes, I’ll be headin’ south When it’s spring time or autumn, it’s east or west Any place is best as long as I can stuff my mouth Where the four winds blow, I’m a hobo Where the four winds blow, that’s where I’ve been Where the four winds blow, I’m a hobo On any old feight train comin’ ’round the bend Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:48 PM Girl In High Heeled Slippers (Larry W. Jones 05/20/2007) (song#4666) Now, come all you rounders and you will hear Of Janie Jones, wife of a locomotive engineer Janie Jones was Casey’s wife, she was the wife of a railroad man John Luther Jones rode the Illinois Central to the promised land Janie knew Casey Jones loved a locomotive But she didn’t know Casey would make history Janie saw Casey climb aboard a locomotive Called the New Orleans Special on the old I.C. Janie’s husband pulled into Memphis on train Number Four Old Sam Tate was scheduled down to Canton but Sam was ill When Illinois Central asked for a volunteer, Casey said, I will If I can have Simon Webb, my fireman true, and engine number 382 Engine 382 was a Rogers Ten Wheeler, six drivers strong A powerful locomotive and fast for the likes of Casey Jones The big wheels were six feet high, made for railroad zippers Casey Jones called her The Old Girl In High Heeled Slippers Janie Jones saw Casey mounted in the cabin Janie Jones saw Casey with orders in his hand Janie Jones saw Casey mounted in the cabin On his farewell journey to the promised land Casey pulled out of Memphis nearly two hours late Soon he had train Number One at a breakneck rate Janie thought she could hear the new train whistle moan And she knew the engineer was her man, Casey Jones Casey yelled to Simon through the night time wind Simon, open up the boiler door and heave the coal in Simon Webb gave the coal shovel everything he had Anything to make Canton on time for a railroad lad Water in Sardis and Grenada in the early morn It was April 30, 1900 near the town of Vaughn Train Number One was now only two minutes late Seventy miles an hour, Casey didn’t see the freight Train Number Eighty Three was still on the main line Casey yelled, jump Simon, while you still have time At 3:52 in the morning with the throttle in his hand Janie never knew her husband went to the promised land Janie Jones with three children were left to mourn Her husband, Casey lost his life on that April morn Now only God knows if he will see divine grace All we know is no one will ever take Casey’s place Janie Jones said he died at the throttle Janie Jones was the wife of a railroad man Janie Jones said he died at the throttle Casey Jones rode the girl in high heeled slippers To the promised land Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:50 PM Iron Horse Rolling On (Larry W. Jones 06/01/20070 (song#4693) Down along the river valleys Up across the Great Divide All would hear the rolling thunder That would not be denied White smoke along rails of steel Flaming stack and rolling wheels Heading toward the western sea Writing into the pages of history Rolling thunder heading west Treading rails in some new quest Listen to that whistle moan Iron horse rolling on and on Iron horse rolling on Rolling over trestles spanning rivers wild Iron men manning tenders where coal is piled Listen to that whistle moan Iron horse rolling on and on Iron horse rolling on – instrumental – White smoke along rails of steel Flaming stack and rolling wheels Heading toward the western sea Writing into the pages of history Rolling thunder heading west Treading rails in some new quest Listen to that whistle moan Iron horse rolling on and on Iron horse rolling on Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:53 PM Outbound Train At Noon Blues (Larry W. Jones 06/02/2007) (song#4697) When I woke up this morning Skies were cloudy, it was raining too When I woke up this morning Skies were cloudy, it was raining too My good gal, she done told me She’s leaving on the outbound train at noon I asked my good gal why she was leaving Why she was leaving so soon I asked my good gal why she was leaving Why she was leaving so soon My good gal, well she told me She was tired of grieving and wearing her worn out shoes When I woke up this morning My good gal was on a short fuse When I woke up this morning My good gal was on a short fuse Now I’ve got to tell you fellas I’ve got the outbound train at noon blues – instrumental – My good gal, well she told me She was tired of grieving and wearing her worn out shoes I tried to reason with my baby But anything I said was no use I tried to reason with my baby But anything I said was no use My good gal, she done told me She’s leaving on the outbound train at noon When I said goodbye this morning My good gal was on a short fuse When I said goodbye this morning My good gal was on a short fuse Now I’ve got to tell you fellas I’ve got the outbound train at noon blues Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:55 PM Last Train To San Antone (Larry W. Jones 06/11/2007) (song#4719) Somewhere there’s a brand new cowboy waiting to be born In a barn somewhere there’s a sheep waiting to be shorn One of them is waiting for the daylight of the morn And one of them is wondering what will keep it warm I’m waiting at the station and my hair is all wind blown And big wheels are turning on the last train to San Antone There’s a DJ on the radio with more sad songs to play There’s a girl who passed my way and wanted me to stay I listened to them both and all I have to say Is play another sad song and I’ll be on my way – instrumental – This one way train ticket is the only thing on earth I own And big wheels are turning on the last train to San Antone I’m waiting in a line that’s now my destiny Looking for a sign as to where it’s leading me The train is headed south, listen to it moan There’s only one way out, down to San Antone And big wheels are turning And big wheels are turning And big wheels are turning on the last train to San Antone Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:56 PM Osage Route (Larry W. Jones 06/25/2007) (song#4738) She rolled into sight a mile up the track Working up steam with her brake shoes slack Her whistle moaned when at the whistle post Stopping at the station like a lonesome ghost Old John heard the roar on the polished steel Of steam drivers pounding on six big wheels The flanges made a screech on ribbons of rail As she rolled along west on the prairie trail – instrumental – Old John got ready and he took a chance He climbed aboard to do the hobo’s dance He reached up high for the end door pin Opened up the door and Old John climbed in Old John didn’t bother with counting sheep He just crawled on in and went fast asleep The whistle moaned as she high balled out With Old John headed west on the Osage Route Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 06:58 PM Hobos Found Dixie Bound (Larry W. Jones 07/01/2007) (song#4753) Slow freight train rollin’ Makin’ a drowsy sound In the boxcars sleepin’ Are hobos Dixie bound Wobblin’, rockin’, rollin’ Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay Engineer at the throttle Conductor in the caboose Hobos sharin’ a bottle Tryin’ to take a snooze Wobblin’, rockin’, rollin’ Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay No more cold and rain Past the Mason Dixon line Hobos goin’ home again Where Dixie sun will shine Wobblin’, rockin’, rollin’ Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay Dixie has the sunshine No more skies of grey Hobos on the Dixie line Sleepin’ in the hay Wobblin’, rockin’, rollin’ Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay Wobblin’, rockin’, rollin’ Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:01 PM Thousand Miles To Home (Larry W. Jones 08/04/2007) (song#4797) Well, here I am walking along the track Thinking of writing another letter home To tell my folks that I’ll be coming back Cause I’ve run out of places I want to roam When I hear that home bound train in the night A ticket to home will ease the pain and the fright It’s a thousand miles to where I’m goin’ And I know that a thousand smiles will be showin’ When I ride that train a thousand miles home – instrumental – I’ll have to pawn my guitar and rings Because I’ve already pawned my dreams Gonna go through the third class ticket turnstile And watch the countryside pass a thousand miles Well, one thing for sure I know No more am I gonna roam I’m gonna live my life poor but slow In a thousand miles when I get home I know when I hear that home bound train in the night A ticket to home will ease the pain and the fright It’s a long old thousand miles to where I’m goin’ And I know a thousand smiles will be showin’ When I ride that train a thousand miles to home Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:13 PM Roll On Away Coal Train (Larry W. Jones 08/05/2007) (song#4802) Well, I pound a nine pound hammer That’s a little too heavy for my size Yeah, I pound a nine pound hammer That’s a little too heavy for my size Wish I could go down in the valley And be with my baby til sunrise Roll on away coal train Roll on away from here Roll on away coal train And take away my cares Take your load of number nine coal And let me see your big wheels roll Roll on away coal train Roll on away from here Well, it’s a long way from Leavenworth To home sweet home I’ll never see This nine pound hammer that strikes the earth Is gonna be the end of me – instrumental – Well, this nine pound hammer that I own Is gonna take a mighty toll And you can carve this on my headstone He died poundin’ that lignite coal Roll on away coal train Roll on away from here Roll on away coal train And take away my cares Take your load of number nine coal And let me see your big wheels roll Roll on away coal train Roll on away from here Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:15 PM South Bound Freight (Larry W. Jones 08/14/2007) (song#4833) Well, I’ve been so lonesome for San Antone And that Lone Star State seems so far away But now I hear that south bound freight train song I’ll be ridin’ down to Texas today I’ve spent by best years gaily ram’blin And now it’s time to head on back On top of an old box car am’blin’ Down that old south bound railroad track South bound freight, south bound freight Take me down to San Antone and don’t be late South bound freight, south bound freight Take be south down to that Lone Star Texas State – instrumental – I’ve been like an old stray cat far away from home It’s been my way of life to roam But I was born in Texas outside San Antone South bound freight, let me hear you moan I see that south bound freight a-rollin’ Blowin’ black smoke from her stack Down to Texas where I’m a-goiin’ San Antone is somewhere down her track South bound freight, south bound freight Take me down to San Antone and don’t be late South bound freight, south bound freight Take be south down to that Lone Star Texas State Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:17 PM Blues Are A Good Man Feelin’ Bad (Larry W. Jones 08/27/2007) (song#4883) Well, I’m hoppin’ a freight train Headin’ for another town There’s nothin’ good here to gain Just sadness hangin’ around Oh, now the blues, they ain’t nothin’ That many a good man ain’t had Hobos told me about hurtin’ Blues are a good man feelin’ bad I never asked that woman for a favor I can’t believe how she put me down Being a hobo might be a life saver I’m takin’ this freight train out of town – instrumental – I never asked that woman for a favor I can’t believe how she put me down Being a hobo might be a life saver I’m takin’ this freight train out of town I’m gonna ride this old B & O Up that old Chicago railroad track I’m feelin’ so put down and put low That I just might never set foot back Oh, now the blues, they ain’t nothin’ That many a good man ain’t had Hobos told me about hurtin’ Blues are a good man feelin’ bad Oh yeah, hobos told me about hurtin’ Blues are just a good man feelin’ so bad Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:20 PM Loco Locomotive Man (Larry W. Jones 09/01/2007) (song#4899) Coal black smoke was pouring from the stack Six wheel drivers made the engine moan The locomotive was racing down the track Shaking everybody down to the bone The train was rocking as away it ran All of the passengers could only groan On a train driven fast by a loco locomotive man This passenger train is gonna roll as fast as it can The laughing engineer said as he pushed the throttle home All thought the end was near with a loco locomotive man At the throttle singing his loco locomotive song – instrumental – All thought the end was near with a loco locomotive man At the throttle singing his loco locomotive song Then over the top of the coal car climbed old Hobo Dan He had been riding the rails since railroads began Hobo Dan said, I’ve been riding the rails without a plan But never with a loco locomotive man To the cab he made his way and fought with the engineer Old Dan saved the day as he eased the throttle down On his knees was this advice, as he knew his end was near All you passengers, listen and give me your ear Never ride with a loco locomotive man Never ride with a loco locomotive man Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:22 PM Pocono Locomotive (Larry W. Jones 09/08/2007) (song#4925) I met a restless heart in Pennsylvania I thought that sweet girl was gonna be mine I might as well have been in Romania That old locomotive left me behind It was the Pocono Locomotive She boarded and I still don’t know her motive As she looked at me out the window pane She saw I was crying standing in the rain It was the Pocono Locomotive She left and won’t be coming back again, on That old locomotive that she boarded The Pocono Locomotive midnight train I heard eight big wheels rumble Pulling cars on past the hobo jungle I sure wish she’d come on back Down that Pocono Locomotive track I would stand out in the rain For that old Pennsylvania midnight train – instrumental – It was the Pocono Locomotive She boarded and I still don’t know her motive As she looked at me out the window pane She saw I was crying standing in the rain It was the Pocono Locomotive She left and won’t be coming back again, on That old locomotive that she boarded The Pocono Locomotive midnight train Why that girl up and left me Never will be known She hit the track, won’t be back Now I’m on my own I heard eight big wheels rumble Pulling cars on past the hobo jungle I sure wish she’d come on back Down that Pocono Locomotive track I would stand out in the rain For that old Pennsylvania midnight train Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:24 PM Texas Midnight Zephyr (Larry W. Jones 09/21/2007) (song#4987) Well, look ’round the bend a-rollin’ Rollin’ on down that railroad track Yeah, look ’round the bend a-rollin’ Rollin’ on down that railroad track That night train is called the Texas Midnight Zephyr Rockin’ my blue eyed darlin’ back Well, she’s been down to Florida Getting some warm sand in her shoes I’ve been waiting in hot Texas Feeling these cold and lonesome blues She’s rollin’ in on that Texas Midnight Zephyr Now these old blues I’m gonna lose – instrumental – Well, she’s been down to Florida Getting some warm sand in her shoes I’ve been waiting in hot Texas Feeling these cold and lonesome blues She’s rollin’ in on that Texas Midnight Zephyr Now these old blues I’m gonna lose Hey Joe, look around the bend a-rollin’ That Texas Midnight Zephyr’s on the line Well Joe, my poor heart it’ll be consolin’ Look at her big ol’ Texas headlight shine That night train is called the Texas Midnight Zephyr Rollin’ my darlin’ on the midnight line Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:26 PM Canadian Pacific (Larry W. Jones 09/22/2007) (song#5000) From east to west, coast to coast, night and day See the rollin’ of big wheels on their way Diesel hummin’ to the engineer’s command The Canadian Pacific is rolling across the land She’s the pride of Canada as she flies From Montreal across the Great Divide By Lake Louise and through great deserts dry Watch as the Canadian Pacific goes rollin’ by The Canadian Pacific goes rollin’ down the track Five thousand miles she rolls out to the coast and back Five thousand miles to roll, five thousand miles to go Five thousand miles she rolls out to the coast and back – instrumental – Beside the line, a cowboy, in a battered Stetson hat Farther along, a housewife, hangs clothes on a line out back They both pause to see a special train as she fairly flies Watch as the Canadian Pacific goes rollin’ by Hear her whistle blowin’ neath Canadian stars at night Saluting all who crosses and for those who built the track Remember all the coolies and others who spent their prime So the Canadian gets to the Pacific on time The Canadian Pacific goes rollin’ down the track Five thousand miles she rolls out to the coast and back Five thousand miles to roll, five thousand miles to go Five thousand miles she rolls out to the coast and back Watch as the Canadian Pacific goes rollin’ by Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:29 PM Rock Island Line (Larry W. Jones 10/19/2007) (song#5092) Well, the Rock Island Line was a mighty fine line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it’s time You can’t buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line The hobos all cried when they lost their ride They lost their ride when the Rock Island died Well, the Rock Island Line was a mighty fine line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it’s time You can’t buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line Heard lots of shoutin’ from the stevedores When the old Rock Island Line closed its doors Well, the Rock Island Line was a mighty fine line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it’s time You can’t buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line Now, I might be wrong or I might be right I thought I dreamed of that Rock Island light Well, the Rock Island Line was a mighty fine line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it’s time You can’t buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it’s time You can’t buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:32 PM Texas Cannonball (Larry W. Jones 10/24/2007) (song#5107) I’m a-rollin’ back to Texas It’s the big Lone Star State for me Where pecan trees grow and the oil wells flow Texas is home sweet home to me Good folks there will meet you and then greet you With a great big loud Howdy Y’all I say I’m blessed cause I’m a-rollin’ west On the fast Texas Cannonball On the Texas Cannonball, Texas Cannonball Just listen as the whistle calls out Howdy Y’all I know there’s a cowgirl waitin’ And she’s the fairest of them all I say I’m blessed cause I’m a-rollin’ west On the fast Texas Cannonball – instrumental – Now, when I cross that old Sabine I’ll see miles and miles of Texas It’s the best state I’ve ever seen Just put my name where the X is On the Texas Cannonball, Texas Cannonball Just listen as the whistle calls out Howdy Y’all I know there’s a cowgirl waitin’ And she’s the fairest of them all I say I’m blessed cause I’m a-rollin’ west On the fast Texas Cannonball Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:34 PM Transcontinental Railway (Larry W. Jones 10/31/2007) (song#5124) I’m takin’ the transcontinental railway To get my mind in repose I’m takin’ the transcontinental railway Gotta find where love still grows I’ve packed my overnighter Got my ticket in my hand Nothing could be more righter Than takin’ a train so grand Eleven, departing the station this morning Yearning, my heart will no longer be in mourning Seven, I’m arriving at seven tomorrow Seems like heaven, I’ll no longer be in sorrow – instrumental – Oh, I don’t know why I ever went astray From my dear loving homestead shack I’m takin’ the transcontinental railway Transcontinental railway back Oh, I don’t know why I ever went astray From my dear loving homestead shack I’m takin’ the transcontinental railway Transcontinental railway back Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:35 PM Happy Sound Of The Homeward Bound (Larry W. Jones 02/20/2008) (song#5301) Well, I’ve been up north where the snow falls down And the sun, it don’t hardly ever shine So, I’m ridin’ the rails now, homeward bound Down to Dixieland for to ease my mind Down to Dixieland for to ease my mind Some folks are bad but most are good Most everywhere that this old train track goes I belong where it’s understood That love grows stronger than a river flows Like the Mississippi runs from the melting snow Dixieland sons know where their home is found They’re the ones who run away from the cold and woe With the happy sound of the homeward bound With the happy sound of the homeward bound – instrumental – Well, the happy sound of the homeward bound Is the click and the clack of railroad steel Not a happier man could there be found None could feel better than the way I feel None could feel better than the way I feel Like the Mississippi runs from the melting snow Dixieland sons know where their home is found They’re the ones who run away from the cold and woe With the happy sound of the homeward bound With the happy sound of the homeward bound Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:37 PM Son Of A Railroad Man (Larry W. Jones 02/29/2008) (song#5319) Well, I’m the son of a railroad man Son of a railroad man I’ve ridden rails all across this land Yeah, I’m the son of a railroad man Well, my Daddy was a railroad man Folks knew him from far away He could be gentle or tough as nails Yeah, my Daddy was a railroad man Along mountains, plains and bay And his tales were as long as the rails Well, I’m the son of a railroad man Son of a railroad man I’ve ridden rails all across this land Yeah, I’m the son of a railroad man – instrumental – Now, I was born by the great divide Where the mountains reached the sky The railroad could never be denied So I learned railroading from my Dad Only way of life I had I’ll be railroading until I die Well, I’m the son of a railroad man Son of a railroad man I’ve ridden rails all across this land Yeah, I’m the son of a railroad man Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:39 PM The Happiness Train (Larry W. Jones 04/01/2008) (song#5359) Come on, it’s time to board The happiness train Sometimes this world will let you down And you don’t feel like you can win Well brother, don’t you wear a frown Just get back on your feet again Behind clouds you’ll find the sunshine A silver line comes with the rain Come on, get on this train of mine All aboard the happiness train Tunnels look so dark, it is true Like days when you can’t find a friend Come aboard, we’re waiting for you Happiness is just ’round the bend – instrumental – Everyone needs an easy mind And someplace out of the cold rain Just listen to that happy whine Of the outbound happiness train The happiness train crosses all lands The happiness train spans the whole world Tickets are free for you and for me Come on everyone, give it a whirl Behind clouds you’ll find the sunshine A silver line comes with the rain Come on, get on this train of mine All aboard the happiness train The happiness train The happiness train The happiness train Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:46 PM 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 |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:48 PM That Lonesome Whistle Blowin’ (Larry W. Jones 04/27/2008) (song#5403) I saw that train a-rollin’ down the line A-strainin’ from the load but rollin’ fine And when I heard that lonesome whistle blow I knew that it was time for me to go That lonesome whistle blowin’ blows my mind My darlin’ is as sweet as sugar cane I broke my darlin’s heart, which was insane When I hear that whistle blow, it brings pain I was wrong, I know, that was so unkind That lonesome whistle blowin’ blows my mind Railroad bull caught me farther down the rail I’m pulling time here in this lonesome jail He told me in a month that I’d be fine It’s so dark in here, think I’m goin’ blind That lonesome whistle blowin’ blows my mind – instrumental – My darlin’ is as sweet as sugar cane I broke my darlin’s heart, which was insane When I hear that whistle blow, it brings pain I was wrong, I know, that was so unkind That lonesome whistle blowin’ blows my mind This is such a shame, I know I’m to blame They’ve given me a number for a name Well, I sure do miss that sweet gal of mine A-way down on that Mason Dixon line That lonesome whistle blowin’ blows my mind Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:51 PM Gotta Drive That Train (Larry W. Jones 05/11/2008) (song#5421) Now, life’s too short for yesterdays The sort of thing with no delays If life’s ride is the bumpy kind Just slide up front and you may find Maybe while you were looking back Your life has jumped right off the track Now, it’s alright to remember For that’s just part of history But up front’s where it’s happening Up where there’s so much mystery The real enjoyment of living Well, it’s not back where we have been Just look forward with thanksgiving To another new year, or ten Life is searching all the byways Never should you ever refrain Because if you want to live life You have all GOTTA DRIVE THAT TRAIN Now, some folks ride the train of life But always looking out the rear Just watching miles of life roll by Silently marking off the years They just sit in sad rememberance Of wasted days and nights gone by Then they curse life for what it was And hang their mournful head and cry I don’t concern myself with that Cause I took a different vent I look forward to what life holds And not backward to what I’ve spent So now, strap me to the engine Make it as secure as can be Cause I want to be out in front To see all life that I can see I want to feel the winds of change When it’s blowing right in my face See the wheels of life rearrange Zeal for life, going place to place I want to see what life can cast Cause I’m not looking at the past Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 07:53 PM A Thousand Miles Of Track Behind (Larry W. Jones 05/13/2008) (song#5425) On this old freight line, a hobo A thousand miles of track behind Don’t know how many more I’ll go Don’t know when I ate the last time Keep wondering why she left me How could hate come from love sublime At one time she was my baby A thousand miles of track behind A thousand miles behind, I felt bad When I found out she was that kind She was the only love I had Oh, how could I have been so blind – instrumental – Never before was I this way Never a worry on my mind I keep thinking back with dismay A thousand miles of track behind Oh, I still love that woman so And she is still so intertwined In my mem’ry that’s full of woe A thousand miles of track behind She has all those good lookin’ charms Too bad she was the roving kind Back there I held her in my arms A thousand miles of track behind Oh, I still love that woman so A thousand miles of track behind Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 08:00 PM Wreckage Along The Railroad (Larry W. Jones 06/05/2008) (song#5477) I’m just wreckage along the railroad, trash along the tracks It don’t matter where this old railroad ends I’ll just keep on riding because there ain’t no turning back Though I never know what’s around the bend I’ve met a lot of hobos just as much a wreck as I Shared a pot of soup and a drink or two I always tell them, I’ll see you soon, instead of goodbye Then hop the next freight coming into view I’ve rolled through many towns, big and small, but I’ve never stayed I’ve looked at all the places far from home Oh, please don’t pity me for this wrecked railroad masquerade I’ll take a rain check on the dreams I’ve known – instrumental – I’m just wreckage along the railroad, on the same old tracks I’ll ride these old rails til she’s forgotten me I don’t need much money and what I own is on my back I’ve still got miles to go and lots to see My poor heart’s been wounded by an old love I couldn’t win Played my cards for a queen and lost the bet I’ll have to hide my tears and try to take it on the chin I’m just wreckage along the railroad of regret Kingwood Kowboy |
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Subject: RE: Train Songs From: GUEST,Larry W Jones - Kingwood Kowboy Date: 08 Sep 19 - 08:02 PM Wreck Of The Fireball Mail (Larry W. Jones 06/12/2008) (song#5486) One cold and rainy night, not a beam of moonlight The wind was blowing freezing rain straight down the rails The engineer was brave, gave his sweetheart a wave And climbed into the cabin of the Fireball Mail His sweetheart said, so long, the throttle sounded strong Nothing could go wrong with the Fireball Mail that night Though tonight apart, he had a song in his heart Tomorrow she would be his darling wedded wife Iron wheels made a clack as the train rolled down the track And the stack was glowing red as the black coal burned There was no sense of dread as the light shined ahead For his darling, the heart of the engineer yearned – instrumental – When he went around the curve, then froze every nerve For he observed a strange light speeding on the rails He saw the bad mistake as he pulled on air brakes Tonight was his final ride on the Fireball Mail Doubtful that he’d survive, they found him half alive Along the track in the wreck of the Fireball Mail He asked them to send a message to all his kin And to his darling waiting with her wedding veil There’s a small cottage new, I bought for me and you I furnished it for you with love in great detail Darling, now it’s yours alone, for soon I’ll be gone Remember me and the wreck of the Fireball Mail Kingwood Kowboy |
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