Train Yard

Kiss me on the mouth sweet gal
As if we was fixin to die
And Ill follow you down
Till the Mississippi runs dry

Theres a room down at the train yard
The wall is gunmetal grey
The door aint never locked
Come sun down, lets slip away

Ill fetch us a blanket
You brink a box of crackerjacks
Well make a pallet on the floor
And lay a penny on the railroad tracks

When the train comes flyin past
The walls shake and the floorboard squeaks
You be sittinon top of the world girl
Like the Mississippi Sheiks

Now if somebody ever asks you
If you got any
You just smile and lick your lips
And show em that old flat penny