Joe Bonamassa
distant lonesome train
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When I hear that cold wind howl
Midnight, pouring rain
Oh I hear my babyâs voice call my name
On that distant lonesome train
Oh I hear those drums out in the field
Crying out in pain
Her spirit calls me from the barren ground
On that distant lonesome train
Well the devil is my driver
Burning coal turns to flame
So take me down to the gates of hell
On that distant lonesome train
On a traveling cannonball
A passenger without a name
So lay her down, go on letâs ride
On that distant lonesome train
On a distant lonesome train
On the distant lonesome train
Oh that distant lonesome train, yeah
- Álbum:
- Blues of Desperation
- Muddy Wolf At Red Rocks
- Different Shades of Blue
- Tour de Force: Live in London - The Borderline
- An Acoustic Evening At The Vienna Opera House
- Seesaw
- Driving Towards the Daylight
- The Ballad Of John Henry
- New Day Yesterday: Live
- Sloe Gin
- Live From Nowhere In Particular
- Miscellaneous
- Black Rock
- Dust Bowl
- Live at the Greek Theatre
- Drive
- Live at Radio City Music Hall
- Beacon Theatre - Live from New York
- Joe Bonamassa Live From the Royal Albert Hall (Live Audio...
- Compilation