Steam train rushing to the next drink of water
Thunderbird a headin way out yonder
Ticket master chipping costly bits of paper
While prospectors' out a chasin
That golden kinda fever
Redskins a fightin
A vision they can't see
Cos white man is dancin
To a modern metal dream
Earth she is a cryin
For all the things to come
And Jesus is weepin
For his promise is undone
Blues man a driftin
Sings a song of echoes past
Feelin so low
Cos he knows it never lasts
Judgement day is callin
And the train is headin on
Into the future where the end is gonna come
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2023 14:17
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Comments2
As a steam train aficionado I like it even if the ending, more than likely the right conclusion, I cannot.
Got the rhythm, I like; I’m no museo, but get your blues man on to it, if possible….
Worth the effort you took, Sax.
Good write SC.
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