Train Yard

Kiss me on the mouth sweet gal

As if we was fixin' to die

And I'll follow you down

Till the Mississippi runs dry

There's a room down at the train yard

The wall is gunmetal grey

The door ain't never locked

Come sun down, let's slip away

I'll fetch us a blanket

You brink a box of crackerjacks

We'll make a pallet on the floor

And lay a penny on the railroad tracks

When the train comes flyin' past

The walls shake and the floorboard squeaks

You be sittin'on top of the world girl

Like the Mississippi Sheiks

Now if somebody ever asks you

If you got any

You just smile and lick your lips

And show em that old flat penny