| Lyrics: | See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive pull the train, whistle blowing
through my brain.
Signals curling an open plain, rolling down the track again.
See the sky
about to rain.
Some are bound for happiness, some are bound to glory;
some are bound
to live with less, who can tell your story?
See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and
rain.
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowin' through my brain.
Signals curlin' on an
open plain, rollin' down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.
I was down in
Dixie Land, played a silver fiddle;
Played it loud and then the man broke it in the
middle.
See the sky about to rain |
