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Get On The Train

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Mama's in the kitchen with a steak knife
Showing her sister how she slices the meat
Daddy's on the phone with his first wife
Saying "I'd like to come home but she cut off my feet"
And it's all going out of control
Little brother fell down a hole
And we can't fish him out, and I have no doubt
That we ain't seen the worst of this heat
Police sergeant come by to call
Shot seventeen holes in the wall
Got mud on the rug in the hall
And said "That's what I think of your cooking."
And little brother finally came in from the rain
And in a loud voice began to complain
And he might have been bleeding and possibly in pain
But I don't know, I wasn't looking


Get on the train, wo
Get on the train


And a dog got tired, lay down in a ditch
And said here's what I'll do if I ever get rich
Gonna take off this collar and get me a bitch
And run when my master says "heel"
And I said you're just a dog, man
And you eat chopped meat from a tin can
And the dog said "the ditch and the collar are a dream
But the bitch in my head is for real."
And then we all took the car and went for a drive
And mama trapped tiny flies and ate them alive
And said "I do what I must in order to survive"
But to me she sounded like she was dying.
And I pulled the car over to the roadside
At the spot I was to marry my new bride
And there she was, stripped naked and hog-tied
Saying "Boy, stand straight and stop crying."


Get on the train, wo
Get on the train


So the sun slouched down to the bar and got drunk
And meanwhile the moon was shooting up junk
And me I have in the bottom of my trunk
Some old letters and a dirty magazine.
And now 24 hours a day we got night
And the sun said "man, it didn't seem right
The pressure of always having to burn so bright"
And I said "yes, I know what you mean."
And the train moves on in the dark
We try to make fire from a spark
My new bride dies and mama she cries
Cause the worst kind of stain is from blood.
And it's all going out of control
And a crow on a telephone pole
Looks across the plain and says "no not again,
I barely survived the first flood."


Get on the train, wo
Get on the train.

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