lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

DUQUESNE PENSYLVANIA

(Ruby VanNoy - Danny Samson) « © '70 Tree Publishing, BMI »
A train in the rain is my claim to fame
Since I broke the chain that shackled my brain
To that woman insane way back in Duquesne Pennsylvania
But my only regret is that I can't forget all the outstandin' debts
That she ain't paid yet and that fuzzy brunette
Who always said don't sweat the small stuff

So I ride in the rain on this big ole train
Like a man with with no name and my language profain
Cause my only domain is this freight to Montrey California
With the rain on my face with the wind in the chase
It's an open shut case I'm a happy disgrace
To the life I misplaced way back in Duquesne Pennsylvania

A woman untrue is a hard bite to chew
And the feelin' was new but I knew what to do so I quickly withdrew
Cause a woman's ado can detain ya
Yes a word of advice is enough to suffice
And I won't say it twice and even though she seems nice
It's a big sacrifice just one toss of the dice can restrain ya

So heed my request use the utmost finesse
On the girl staturesque enjoy her caress
But don't be outguessed for she may distress and defame ya
Now you've heard my claim and there's more of the same
It's a heck of a shame but you can't win the game
So we'll ride in the rain on the train from Duquesne Pennsylvania

A train in the rain is my claim to fame
Since I broke the chain that shackled my brain
To that woman insane way back in Duquesne Pennsylvania
But my only regret is that I can't forget all the outstanding debts
That she ain't paid yet and that fuzzy brunette
Who always said don't sweat the small stuff

So I ride in the rain on this big ole train
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2.

FIREBALL MAIL

(Floyd Jenkins) « © '43 Milene Music, ASCAP »
Here she comes look at her roll there she goes eatin' that coal
Watch her fly look at her sail let her by by by the fireball mail
Watch her go look at her steam hear her blow whistle and scream
Like a hound a waggin' his tail Dallas bound bound boud the fireball mail
[ guitar ] Engineer makin' up time tracks are clear look at her climb
See that freight clearin' the rail bet she's late late late the fireball mail
Watch her swerve and look at her sway get that curve out of the way
Watch her fly look at her sail let her by by by the fireball mail

Here she comes look at her roll there she goes eatin' that coal
Watch her fly look at her sail let her by by by the fireball mail
Let her by by by the fireball mail let her by by by the fireball mail
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3.

CANADIAN PACIFIC

(Ray Griff) « © '69 Blue Echo Music, ASCAP / Next Decade Music, ASCAP »
I rode the ol' ocean liner to New foundland
Where I made a living in an iron mine
When I got my fill I went to Nova Scotia
And I fished the salty waters for a time

Passing through Prince Edward Island and New Brunswick
I could see the rocks and cliffs of solid stone
Listening to the seagulls calling to each other
Made me miss my darling and my distant home

Canadian Pacific carry me three thousand miles
Through the valleys and the forests to the sunshine of her smile
Cross the plains and the rugged mountains keep this wanderin' boy from harm
Canadian Pacific take me to my baby's arms

The Atlantic disappeared on the horizon
And Quebec lay waiting for me down the track
For a while I drove a truck to keep from starving
In Ontario I was a lumberjack

Manitoba and Saskatchewan then followed
Where the wheat fields and the old Red River flowed
In the quiet hours you whistle on the prairie
Touched my heart and set my memories aglow

I could feel the nearness of her warm sweet kisses
When you rolled into Alberta westward bound
I worked on an oil rig to make some money
For a ticket to the sweetest girl around

Pushin' on past Lake Louise in all it's splendor
Where the trees and Rockies touch the sky above
I got to British Columbia and heaven
On your tracks I made it back to my true love

Canadian Pacific carry me three thousand miles...
Canadian Pacific carry me three thousand miles...
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4.

I'M MOVIN' IN

(Hank Snow) « © '55 Unichappell Music, BMI »
I'm headin' out on the rails that's been carryin' the mail
That's been tellin' your troubles to me
You told me a lie for every crosstie
From Frisco to old Tennessee
Nobody knew your little game everybody gave me the blame

In the smoke and the fog of this old switchyard
And that dreary whistle's farewell
Bid the folks goodbye told 'em not to cry
I'd only be gone for a spell
I'm playin' in this game to win and when I find you I'm movin' in

Tried to make me believe I was the one that deceived
That I drove you to the things you've done
Said you loved me in vain but our old love train
Had made it's final run
And in your letter you said that you were goin' to be wed
[ fiddle ] Your little joke was fine but that ole punch line
Just didn't register with me
So you'd better get loose from your other caboose
And meet this old SP
I'm speedin' in tonight you'd better treat your daddy right

Better get on the ball I'm not aimin' to stall
And those ramblers are runnin' on time
So tell your new date that he'd better vacate
Get out on the old main line
I took it with a grin but baby now I'm movin' in

That big loud bell is ringin' to tell
That the station is comin' in sight
As the curve we're roundin' my heart is poundin'
With the thought of seein' you tonight
It's been so doggone long you know you've done your daddy wrong
[ guitar ] In the noise of the crowd I hear you callin' aloud
Standing in the station door
You set a two timin' pace but I've won the race
And you can't go roamin' no more
Your little story was away too thin baby now I'm movin' in
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5.

FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

(Johnny Cash) « © '56 House Of Cash, BMI »
I hear that train a comin' it's rollin' round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mama told me son
Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry
[ guitar ] I bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me

If they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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6.

THAT SAME OLD DOTTED LINE

(Allen Reynolds) « © '70 Songs Of PolyGram, BMI »
It's a friendly lookin' freight train that's a pullin' down the track
And once again another town is a lookin' at my back
And another tender woman cries beggin' me to stay
That's a game I'm never gonna play
She calls it love but it's that same ole dotted line

I know the roll of a box car and the smell of Georgia pine
The hunger of a prison cell when a woman's on your mind
And the way this world can treat you cold as if you don't belong
Oh high and mighty 'll tell you that you're wrong wrong
Just because you do not sign that same ole dotted line

They say someday I'll have to pay the bill
But if it's on a dotted line I swear I never will
Now a man can live on easy street if he'll just close his eyes
Learn the art of movin' up and study compromise
Well half a truth is still a lie no matter how it's told
But you can be a member of the fold
All you gotta do is sign that same ole dotted line
[ guitar ] Oh the preachers and the teachers and the mothers of this land
They'd like to bend and shape you and help you be a man
Makin' plans and growin' roots and laying money back
And you may never live before you die
Once they've got your name upon that same ole dotted line

They say someday I'll have to pay the bill
But if it's on a dotted line I swear I never will
So wave to me in passing and if you think I'm wrong
Don't try to sell me anything I only need a song
And let me have the feel of life the laughter and the tears
And when I die I'll know that I was here
Just don't think I'm gonna sign that same ole dotted line
Just don't think I'm gonna sign that same ole dotted line
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7.

CASEY JONES WAS HIS NAME

(Don Gibson) « © '62 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI »
A long time ago in a town in Tennessee
There lived a man and he was brave as he could be
By the sweat of his brow he won fortune and fame
Casey Jones was his name

From Memphis Tennessee on that Cannonball Express
By the whining of the whistle you could tell him from the rest
Past the old plantations with their cotton and cane
Casey Jones was his name

Clickety-clack clickety-clack over the rails he'd go
Clickety-clack clickety-clack bravin' rain and snow
Everyone knew three-eighty-two was his train
Casey Jones was his name
[ guitar ] Runnin' late thru Sardis past Winona on the fly
Like lightnin' chasin' thunder thru the stairways of the sky
When we heard his engine moanin' and the story was claimed
Casey Jones was his name

Then on that fatal night he made his final run
Near Vaughan Mississippi he knew his time had come
Too late he saw a head there set an old freight train
Now a legend Casey Jones was his name

Clickety-clack clickety-clack over the rails he'd go...
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8.

WABASH CANNONBALL

(A.P. Carter - William Kindt) « © '46 Peer International, BMI »
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the banks of the sweet Maryland to the ice-bound Labrador
It's a scene of magic splendor that is known by one and all
She's a modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle to the rumble and the roar
As she dashes through the woodland that steals along the shore
She's a mighty rushin' engine you can hear them hoboes call
As they ride the rods and the breakbeams on the Wabash Cannonball

Your cities maybe fairer as you can plainly see
From St Paul to Minneapolis and the famous Albany
Then back to ole Niagra where the laughing waters fall
You can hear them hoboes singin' on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle to the rumble and the roar...
[ steel ] Here's health to Daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be respected by folks througout the land
And when his mortal race is run and the curtains around him fall
We'll carry him home to Glory on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle to the rumble and the roar...
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9.

TRAIN MY WOMAN'S ON

(Neal Merritt - Donny Lenn) « © '70 Central Songs, BMI »
I've got nothin' against the mornin' and the breakin' of the dawn
I've got nothin' against the railroad or the track that it runs on
I've got nothin' against the porter or a good ole railroad song
But I hate 'em all this mornin' that's the train my woman's on

Hold no grudge against the fireman or against the engineer
But their's the ones thats makin' that ole train pull out of here

Those ole round wheels are rollin' I just wish that they were square
It's not so much I hate 'em I just wish they'd stay right there
Then my baby couldn't leave she'd turn around and come on home
But I sure hate wheels this mornin' that's the train my woman's on
[ guitar ] I'll bet that ole conductor was a little bit surprised
When I took his uniform and hit him right between the eyes
He was gonna take her ticket and for sure she would be gone
But I ain't gonna take it that's the train my woman's on

Hold no grudge against the fireman or against the engineer
But their's the ones that's makin' that ole train pull out of here

I've got nothin' against the mornin' and the breakin' of the dawn
I've got nothin' against the railroad or the track that it runs on
I've got nothin' against the porter or a good ole railroad song
But I hate 'em all this mornin' that's the train my woman's on
But I hate 'em all this mornin' that's the train my woman's on
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10.

ENGINEER'S CHILD

(Harry Neal - Maggie Andrews - H.A. King) « © '51 Clay Music, BMI »
A little child on a sickbed laid and the death was very near
She was the pride and only child of a railroad engineer
His duty had called him from those he loved and seeing that hope was dim
While a tear he shed to his wife he said just have two lanterns trimmed

Just hang a light as I pass tonight
Hang it where it can be seen
If our baby's dead just show the red
If she's better then show the green
[ guitar ] In a little house by the railroad track a mother with watchful eyes
Saw a gleam of hope and a feeble smile as the train went rushing by
Just one short look was his only chance to see the light agleam
In the midnight air there arose a prayer thank God they shown the green

Just hang a light as I pass tonight...
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11.

LONELY TRAIN

(Cindy Walker) « © '70 Hank's Music, BMI »
Lonely train lonely train take me through the lonely rain
Take me where all broken hearts belong
By your tracks lonely tracks there must be some lonely shack
I can stay to all my heartaches gone

Lonely train stop for me
Down in lonesome valley for that's where I'll be
Lonely train lonely train all that I have left is pain
On the lonely train of memory
[ steel ] Once I had everything everything that made me sing
And the love I thought would never end
But someone came along stole my girl and stole my son
And my heart has never sung again

So lonely train stop for me...
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