C.R.F. (Retired)
Sigh's sitting pretty on the highline out of Minnie
And old Rudy's down the ACL
I couldn't even catch a hopper out of Bonedry clean
Just to get to Charlottesville
Quiet Yankee's out in California rubber tramping
And NOVA's down in New Orleans
Oh, Mr. Twitty's wintered up in Portland or something
And Ziplock's in Philly
And I'm stuck back here in Richmond
Dropping Markals on the main
Leaving all these messages
So they know I think of them
I got one hand on the ladder
I got the other lending the fire
I got one side bent on keeping on
And the other on retiring
Tried the Chicken Shit Express against Camp Deluxe come on
Every train just blew right past
Fuck the west, A wye and the ACCA bridge throat
I'm dodging car knockers as they pass
Got a signal light called for restricted for once
And a grainer riding dirty face
Til the bull's headlights came a creeping and lurking
And they chased me right from that train
And I'm walking back from South Side
With my head held low in shame
Eating all my train food
Just four miles from where I came
I got one hand on the ladder
I got the other lending the fire
I got one side bent on keeping on
And the other on retiring
And I'm stuck back here in Richmond
Dropping Markals on the main
Leaving all these messages
So they know I think of them
I got one hand on the ladder
I got the other lending the fire
I got one side bent on keeping on
And the other on retiring
And old Rudy's down the ACL
I couldn't even catch a hopper out of Bonedry clean
Just to get to Charlottesville
Quiet Yankee's out in California rubber tramping
And NOVA's down in New Orleans
Oh, Mr. Twitty's wintered up in Portland or something
And Ziplock's in Philly
And I'm stuck back here in Richmond
Dropping Markals on the main
Leaving all these messages
So they know I think of them
I got one hand on the ladder
I got the other lending the fire
I got one side bent on keeping on
And the other on retiring
Tried the Chicken Shit Express against Camp Deluxe come on
Every train just blew right past
Fuck the west, A wye and the ACCA bridge throat
I'm dodging car knockers as they pass
Got a signal light called for restricted for once
And a grainer riding dirty face
Til the bull's headlights came a creeping and lurking
And they chased me right from that train
And I'm walking back from South Side
With my head held low in shame
Eating all my train food
Just four miles from where I came
I got one hand on the ladder
I got the other lending the fire
I got one side bent on keeping on
And the other on retiring
And I'm stuck back here in Richmond
Dropping Markals on the main
Leaving all these messages
So they know I think of them
I got one hand on the ladder
I got the other lending the fire
I got one side bent on keeping on
And the other on retiring
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Joseph Barry
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