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
