Come on everybody there's a train comin
won't be at the station too long
go ahead and listen to the jack leg television preacher
if you want to get on
I'm just a runaway truck
i don't give a flying flip about much
but to things down, lord turn it around
I don't mind livin' on grits
but i'm tired of eatin' crow and i need a hit
of something to wash it down, lord turn it around
I keep dreaming of those snake eyes
dreaming of those snake eyes
and I'm lookin for my paradise
looking for my paradise
I keep chasin a patch of green grass
all i need is a peace of mind that's gonna last
and i feel the fire, lord can you heal my desire
CHORUS
Come on everybody there's a train comin
won't be at the station too long
go ahead and listen to the jack leg television preacher
if you want to get on
CHORUS

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