Folk Train (Bonus Track)

Waiting on the platform in the cooling summer rain
A ragged band of pilgrims on a sanctified crusade
Armed with drums and fiddles, squeezebox, mandolins, guitars
With songs to fuel the spirit and words to lift the heart

All aboard the folk train

We got verse of fire and brimstone
That will put you in a spell
Take you up above the heavens and then deeper down than hell
So grab your hat and jacket and lace up your dancing shoes
It's a cure for Sutton sorrow and the Bagthorpe delta blues

All aboard the folk train

Big Bob beats the beat box and the songs come thick and fast
Jumping to the rhythm of the engine on the tracks
The buffet car is serving and the drink begins to flow
As the screaming whistle blows

Now we've reached our destination and we're headed back on home
It won't be long before we're treading hallowed cobblestones
Swaying drunken misfits and their waltzing chaperones
Back in Lawrence County drinking with the King of Rome

All aboard the folk train