Lyrics Mike Doughty

Mike Doughty

Train To Chicago

Gas station neon sign, orange and white

winks an eye and it whispers 'Goodnight'

drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright

half-pint of dewar's white label still half full

the train lurches left, lurches right

drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright

I left a New York

of gas bills and cigarette burns

wasted days of whiskey

and as the world turns

Train driver, hit the gas, shovel coal, move your ass

we've got a schedule to keep

drunk on the train to Chicago, I fall asleep

And in my dreams, we're careening drunk

down the streets of my hometown

the man in the moon is on benzedrine

and everybody's spinning round

Bells ring and lights flicker

old girlfriends, good liquor

hold my hand all through the night

drunk on the train to Chicago,

I feel alright

I feel alright