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Train
Lyrics for Farm Fresh Onions

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

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

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

Said the preacher's been drinking and he's to cry
Saying Great God Almighty, we're all die
All the porters are betting nobody
And the Indian is taking a dive

The undertaker is laughing, the doctor's as a stone
The fiddle player is there's no place like home
We'll be the trestle just over the hill
If we don't make it now boys, we will

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

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

So we look for a message and we search in our
As we through the wreckage like we're shoveling coal.