Mama Said Don't Get on That Train

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© PhilsJazz
Mama Said Don’t Get on That Train
(A, A7, D7) I may be down-tuned a bit as I tend tune to voice.
Mama said don’t get on that train, it’s moving way too fast
Mama said don’t get on that train, it’s bound to run out of track
Well I should of listend to mama,
Instead I listened to a high ball whistle with smoke blow’n out the
stack
Now I’m rolling way out on the prairie, busting rail in the dawn of
a cold, gray dark, rainy afternoon
Now I’m breaking through a red sunrise coming out the side door
of back alley El Paso Saloon
Well, I’ve ridden every kind of rail they make from Detroit, New
Orleans, and Kalamazoo
Well I’ve met every kind of railway bum, broken down desperate
men, some with guns…. I’ve seen that too
Mama said don’t get on that train, it’s moving way too fast,
Mama said don’t get on that train, it’s bound to run out of track
Well I should of listend to mama,
Instead I listened to a high ball whistle with smoke blow’n out the
stack
Now I’m rolling way out on the praire….bust’n rail in the dawn of
a cold, gray, dark, rainy afternoon
Now I’m breaking through a red sunrise…coming out the side door
of a back alley El Paso Saloon
Well I’ve flown across the Utah Salt Flats on six thousand miles of
solid iron rail
Well I’ve seen more towns than a traveling salesman, or a postman
delivering letters for the US mail
Well I’ve seen the Grand Canyon, Ala magorda and the Redwood
Forest Too
It never mattered which way I went, there was always a string of
Freight to take me through
Mama said don’t get on that train, it’s moving way too fast,
Mama said don’t get on that train, it’s bound to run out of track
Well I should of listend to mama,
Instead I listened to the high ball whistle and the smoke blowing
out the stack
Now I’m rolling way out on the praire….bust’n rail in the dawn of
a cold, gray, dark, rainy afternoon
Now I’m breaking through a red sunrise…coming out the side door
of a back alley El Paso Saloon