Everyone around me is dropping poundage that I’m picking up. Ugh my lack of testosterone. B and Pony don’t even try.
I was trying until today when I decided to go to Sonic Happy hour. I ordered regular and she rang up large but I didn’t correct her. Empty calories were calling my name so sue me. 🙃
One might say two was enough but isn’t three the charm? Sorry Jim but one more just in case. When a song fits the theme AND mentions my hometown, it’s a must hear. Rules & Ping Back.
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son
Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry
I bet there’s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can’t be free
But those people keep a movin’
And that’s what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that’s where I want to stay
And I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Jim tells us This week the prompt is Train songs. My first thought was Johnny Cash. He has a train song or two. But then I wanted to be original and with Johnny, I’d likely be a copy cat. I search the recesses of my brain and the obvious choice became something by Blackfoot. And why not “Train, Train” for it’s blazing harmonica that sounds just like a train! 1979 Gold.
Then B comes in here and asks me what’s the topic for today (he secretly enjoys the #SLS challenge as much as I do), he suggested Saxon’s “Princess of the Night”. What a blast from the past!!
I couldn’t decide and then decided not to pick just one. On this non-Tuesday, I offer you a two-fer. Enjoy!
“Train, Train” – Writer(s): SHORTY MEDLOCKE
Oh, here it comes
Well, train, train, take me on out of this town
Train, train, Lord, take me on out of this town
Well, that woman I’m in love with, Lord, she’s Memphis bound
Well, leavin’ here, I’m just a raggedy hobo
Lord, I’m leaving here, I’m just a raggedy hobo
Well, that woman I’m in love with, Lord, she’s got to go
Well, goodbye pretty mama, get yourself a money man
Goodbye, pretty mama, Lord, get yourself a money man
You take that midnight train to Memphis
Lord, leave if you can
Oh, take that midnight train to Memphis
Lord, leave if you can
Oh, take that train, baby
“Princess Of The Night” Writer(s): PETER GILL, PAUL QUINN, PETER BYFORD, GRAHAM OLIVER, STEVE DAWSON
She used to be an iron horse
Twenty years ago
Used to bring the mail to me
Through the ice and snow
I’ve sat alone and watched her
Steaming through the night
Ninety tons of thunder
Lighting up the sky
She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky
Speeding, sparks like lightning
Engine working hard
Furnace on the foot plate
Shining in the night
Iron striking metal
The sound of racing steel
It’s all I ever wanna hear
It’s music to my ears
She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky
She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky
Ninety tons of thunder
Lighting up the sky
Steaming red hot pistons
See the wheels flash by
Hear the whistle blowing
Streaking down the track
If I ever had my way
I’d bring the princess back one day
She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky
(sky, sky, sky)
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