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Train
Lyrics for Farm Fresh Onions

are starting to rumble, wheels beginning to roll
There's a short handle full of number 9 coal
Hey, mister brakeman are we on time
No, mister engineer, we're falling behind

Will we crash on the trestle? Will we pass on the
All I can is, we'll be seeing that train
No way to stop em? No way to
Keep hand on the throttle and your eye on the rail

the word to the sherriff, make the people lie down
Tell the cook and the coachman, there's no turning
Up ahead is the tunnel, just beyond is the
Pass the word to the preacher, all up to him

Said the preacher's been drinking and starting to cry
Saying Great God Almighty, we're all die
All the porters are betting survives
And the Indian Cowboy is a dive

The undertaker is laughing, the doctor's as a stone
The fiddle player is playing no place like home
We'll be making the trestle over the hill
If we make it now boys, we never will

When the trains hit the trestle and the trestle way
The two trains collided in they say
When the dust finally settled, all they was a hole
And a short handle shovel of number 9 coal

A hundred years after and a miles high
The commander looks down from the sky
And he says to his soldiers, "She's too strong"
"We can her together, but we can't hold her for long"

So we look for a and we search in our souls
As we sift through the wreckage like shoveling coal.