Matt Ralph/Music /Hold That Train


Hold That Train

(c) words & music matt ralph

I’m running down the highway

With my poor soul in a bag

Trying to deliver it before the milk turns bad

Hold that train

There’s a seat for me I swear

The pistons start a-pounding

The whistle scares me it’s so loud

I lost my shoe by trippin’

But I’m not slowing down

Hold that train

It’s the only way out of town

My feet are cut and bleeding

From the metal on the tracks

I wish I had a big lasso

To haul that engine back

I call out to the driver

I can’t tell if he’s heard

I’m wavin’ like a mad man with my

Old torn red shirt

Hold that train

I’ve got the ticket in my hand

Someone let the dogs out

They’re runnin’ cross the field

they’re hunting down the blood that’s been

Dripping from my heels

Hold that train

You got to get me out of here

Well nobody knows where I’ve been

Or how much my luggage has cost

But if I don’t make the last railroad car

Just bury me here in the rocks

I’d sure like to be riding

Up there in first class

With someone offering champagne

And filling up my glass

Oh hold that train

I’d really like to climb upon

It’s not getting any closer

But it’s still there in my sights

If I just keep running

And don’t stop to sleep tonight

I’ll make that train

And I dare God to prove me wrong

(Harmonica break)

The sun it keeps on sinking

And the moon keep rising up

Just a few more days of this

And then I’m giving up

Hold that train

I really need to rest my bones

I think I see it slowing

Or have I lost my mind?

Looks like their pulling up a bit

I’ll get there just in time

Oh my God

I’m climbing on that train

All the folks are leaving

The driver lights a cigarette

They’re walking off the platform

But it hasn’t sunk in yet

Oh my God

I’m here all own my own

The bag sits undelivered

Resting by my side

A sign in broken English reads

Half a good time

Hold that train

I think that this ones mine

Written By: Matt Ralph