| Lyrics: | I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile,
We see a dozen dreams in every passing
mile.
Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made,
But I wish I had a dollar for
each time we've both been down this grade.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to
roll.
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow.
And
100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to
know.
It's one hell of an understatement, to say she can't be beat.
She's
tempermental, more a bitch than a machine.
She wasn't built to travel at speed or through mud
slides.
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties
And
100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her
engine's sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster
than the train I used to know.
Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of
track
I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back.
Well I have pray to God this ain't
the day we meet,
I've done about everything, but try dragging my feet.
And 100,000
tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's
sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
She's more a rollercoaster than
the train I used to know.
Oh, oh I want to go down slow |
