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Spoken: Well Lloyd, here we are, we're at the end of another record, and it sounds like we've got a, a real good one here |
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this time. But folks, you know a, we're supposed to have roughly, I guess, 40 minutes of music for ya here, and Lloyd says |
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we've only got like 39 and 50 seconds worth, so, just for the hell of it, here's one from us to you, here's a song I wrote |
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when I was 23 years old it's called the Railroad Blues. Here we go . . . 1,2, , 1,2,3 |
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Livin' and lovin' |
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That's how most folks make their way |
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I always look forward to goin' home everyday |
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Well I'd give a hundred dollars if I could be in their shoes |
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Lord I'm so damn lonesome, I got them low down blues |
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Everybody's got someone, yet I'm all alone |
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I got no phone number, no one to call my own |
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And every night that lonesome whistle lets me know when a train goin' by |
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Some times when I hear it I wanna lay down and die |
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Yodal lay ee, yodal oh, yodal eh. |
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(Ah, here's the professor) |
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A whole lotta memories, and I bottle of beer |
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Along with a lost love, and a jug fulla tears |
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Oh I can hear that whistle whinin' when the hour is |
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Lord the Union Pacific makin' it's way across the Lone Star state |
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Well this is my story, I ain't a playin' around (nah, I sure ain't) |
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I got an old trailer, on the outskirts of town |
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It's just me and this here guitar and a bottle of booze |
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Slappin' out a rhythm and singin' the blues |
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Yodal lay ee, oh Railroad Blues |
