| [00:12.94] |
See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain. |
| [00:25.04] |
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowing through my brain. |
| [00:37.03] |
Signals curling on an open plain, rolling down the track again. |
| [00:48.73] |
See the sky about to rain. |
| [01:11.49] |
Some are bound for happiness, some are bound to glory |
| [01:23.21] |
Some are bound to live with less, who can tell your story? |
| [01:34.99] |
See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain. |
| [01:46.43] |
Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowin' through my brain. |
| [01:57.75] |
Signals curlin' on an open plain, rollin' down the track again. |
| [02:08.74] |
See the sky about to rain. |
| [02:53.10] |
I was down in Dixie Land, played a silver fiddle |
| [03:03.74] |
Played it loud and then the man broke it down the middle. |
| [03:14.52] |
See the sky about to rain. |
