How I Wish My Train Would Come
It's so hard to struggle, it's hard to survive,
It's a struggle to stay alive.
I keep fighting on 'til we arrive.
I try to believe I will be received,
Lord knows I'm ready to leave.
Deliver me, I'm ready to leave.
Please deliver me.
How I wish my train would come;
Carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.
As you can tell, I'm not from here.
[I've] got to get the hell away from here,
[I] bid you a fare thee well.
Dark is the night, Cold is the ground,
No one to call friend can be found,
No one to lend a helping hand can be found
No one gives a damn
How I wish my train would come;
(and) Carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.
The rain pouring down,
from the heavens above;
Is cold as a mother's heart...
I talk about trouble, it's my only friend'
I can smell the trouble blowin' in the wind.
Only thing I put my faith in...
I try to believe, It's hard to believe,
there's a home out there for me,
please deliver me, I'm ready to leave
please deliver me, I'm ready to leave
please deliver me, I'm ready to leave.
How I wish my train would come;
[and] Carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come. (please deliver me)
And carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come. (I'm ready to leave)
And carry me, back, home,
how I wish my train would come (please deliver me)
and carry me back home,
how I wish my train would come (I'm ready to leave)
and carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come. (please deliver me)
And take me back home...
It's a struggle to stay alive.
I keep fighting on 'til we arrive.
I try to believe I will be received,
Lord knows I'm ready to leave.
Deliver me, I'm ready to leave.
Please deliver me.
How I wish my train would come;
Carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.
As you can tell, I'm not from here.
[I've] got to get the hell away from here,
[I] bid you a fare thee well.
Dark is the night, Cold is the ground,
No one to call friend can be found,
No one to lend a helping hand can be found
No one gives a damn
How I wish my train would come;
(and) Carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.
The rain pouring down,
from the heavens above;
Is cold as a mother's heart...
I talk about trouble, it's my only friend'
I can smell the trouble blowin' in the wind.
Only thing I put my faith in...
I try to believe, It's hard to believe,
there's a home out there for me,
please deliver me, I'm ready to leave
please deliver me, I'm ready to leave
please deliver me, I'm ready to leave.
How I wish my train would come;
[and] Carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come. (please deliver me)
And carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come. (I'm ready to leave)
And carry me, back, home,
how I wish my train would come (please deliver me)
and carry me back home,
how I wish my train would come (I'm ready to leave)
and carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come. (please deliver me)
And take me back home...
Credits
Writer(s): Luther Dickinson
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