It's pledge week on Public TV and they're playing Joe Bonamassa. Can you hear the slow train coming?
There's a slow train coming
It's movin' on down the line
Steel wheels on iron rails
Tonight I'm fixin' to die
Woo, I hope you don't mind pretty mama
Woo-hoo, hope you don't mind if I go
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I ain't gonna see you anymore
There's a slow train coming
Coming right on time
Smokestacks and bottle lightning
This jumper on the line
Woo, I can't do without it anymore pretty mama
Yes, I can't do it without it anymore
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I ain't gonna see you anymore
There's a slow train coming
To march us home from war
With my leather boots and my haversack
Sure can take it no more
Woo, I cried for her baby when I saw you there
Woo-hoo, I cried for her just the same
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I'm gonna cry for you just the same
Well there's a slow train coming
Carrying the mighty worker hordes
Eighteen days in the cotton field
Enough to put a man out of coup d'amour
Woo, It's time to move on pretty mama
Woo-hoo, Yes it's time to move on as I go
As the steam from my slow train rises
It's time for me to get on board
It's movin' on down the line
Steel wheels on iron rails
Tonight I'm fixin' to die
Woo, I hope you don't mind pretty mama
Woo-hoo, hope you don't mind if I go
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I ain't gonna see you anymore
There's a slow train coming
Coming right on time
Smokestacks and bottle lightning
This jumper on the line
Woo, I can't do without it anymore pretty mama
Yes, I can't do it without it anymore
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I ain't gonna see you anymore
There's a slow train coming
To march us home from war
With my leather boots and my haversack
Sure can take it no more
Woo, I cried for her baby when I saw you there
Woo-hoo, I cried for her just the same
'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises
I'm gonna cry for you just the same
Well there's a slow train coming
Carrying the mighty worker hordes
Eighteen days in the cotton field
Enough to put a man out of coup d'amour
Woo, It's time to move on pretty mama
Woo-hoo, Yes it's time to move on as I go
As the steam from my slow train rises
It's time for me to get on board
For Gil Jevne: Joe Bonamassa is well on his way to winning!
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