by Simon Wright

Created on: April 04, 2008   Last Updated: June 08, 2009

Railroad love:

She was sitting on the railroad,
With her head in her hands;
Waiting for the train to come.

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He was sprawled on the verge,
With a knife in his back;
Sometimes young love's so dumb.

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Train's a comin',

See the smoke stack billow;

Life's a flashin' through her eyes.

Train's a comin',

Railroad's a damn hard pillow;

But she makes her bed where she lies.

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And the birds sang in the high trees,
whilst the sun shone and burnt her skin.
Her eyes hazed, rimmed with salt tears,
As her mind filled with thoughts of him.

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Railroad love's so hard to take.
Hearts that should bend and never break.
Train's a comin',
It not late.
Sweet lord, cut me free of all this pain and hate.

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