| Song | The Rail Song |
| Artist | Adrian Belew |
| Album | Acoustic Adrian Belew |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Belew | |
| I recall as a boy we would hop the freights | |
| wasn't nothin' but a kick back then | |
| there was no better thrill for my anxious heart | |
| than a long flatcar | |
| headin' out of the yard | |
| and I knew even then she was in my blood | |
| like the time when I first hired on | |
| and the fireman laughed at my bony nose | |
| but he tossed me a cap | |
| said GM&O | |
| and I was a man... | |
| I gave her my best years | |
| well, what can you do but laugh | |
| I don't expect she'll ever be coming back | |
| When we climbed up the great Appalachians | |
| her engines would be raging like hell | |
| then we'd come back down to the rising towns | |
| where the cattle stare | |
| in the frozen air | |
| For me there nothing more sacred | |
| than the beautiful sound she'd make | |
| her long blue signal blowin' deep in the night, | |
| it would get to me there, | |
| it would get to me there | |
| Now I'm afraid... | |
| Afraid of these silent hours | |
| awake underneath my old cap | |
| I don't expect she'll ever be coming back | |
| Well, I watched the beginning of the end for her | |
| when I saw my first jet airplane | |
| flying high overhead like a bird of prey | |
| while the mighty fell | |
| in the land of the brave | |
| Now I'm alone. |
| zuo ci : Belew | |
| I recall as a boy we would hop the freights | |
| wasn' t nothin' but a kick back then | |
| there was no better thrill for my anxious heart | |
| than a long flatcar | |
| headin' out of the yard | |
| and I knew even then she was in my blood | |
| like the time when I first hired on | |
| and the fireman laughed at my bony nose | |
| but he tossed me a cap | |
| said GM O | |
| and I was a man... | |
| I gave her my best years | |
| well, what can you do but laugh | |
| I don' t expect she' ll ever be coming back | |
| When we climbed up the great Appalachians | |
| her engines would be raging like hell | |
| then we' d come back down to the rising towns | |
| where the cattle stare | |
| in the frozen air | |
| For me there nothing more sacred | |
| than the beautiful sound she' d make | |
| her long blue signal blowin' deep in the night, | |
| it would get to me there, | |
| it would get to me there | |
| Now I' m afraid... | |
| Afraid of these silent hours | |
| awake underneath my old cap | |
| I don' t expect she' ll ever be coming back | |
| Well, I watched the beginning of the end for her | |
| when I saw my first jet airplane | |
| flying high overhead like a bird of prey | |
| while the mighty fell | |
| in the land of the brave | |
| Now I' m alone. |
| zuò cí : Belew | |
| I recall as a boy we would hop the freights | |
| wasn' t nothin' but a kick back then | |
| there was no better thrill for my anxious heart | |
| than a long flatcar | |
| headin' out of the yard | |
| and I knew even then she was in my blood | |
| like the time when I first hired on | |
| and the fireman laughed at my bony nose | |
| but he tossed me a cap | |
| said GM O | |
| and I was a man... | |
| I gave her my best years | |
| well, what can you do but laugh | |
| I don' t expect she' ll ever be coming back | |
| When we climbed up the great Appalachians | |
| her engines would be raging like hell | |
| then we' d come back down to the rising towns | |
| where the cattle stare | |
| in the frozen air | |
| For me there nothing more sacred | |
| than the beautiful sound she' d make | |
| her long blue signal blowin' deep in the night, | |
| it would get to me there, | |
| it would get to me there | |
| Now I' m afraid... | |
| Afraid of these silent hours | |
| awake underneath my old cap | |
| I don' t expect she' ll ever be coming back | |
| Well, I watched the beginning of the end for her | |
| when I saw my first jet airplane | |
| flying high overhead like a bird of prey | |
| while the mighty fell | |
| in the land of the brave | |
| Now I' m alone. |