Rosanne Cash - 707 op Lyrkit

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707

707

(album: Retrospective - 1995)

Last night awaken from a dream
With the headlights blazing from a train
And the old man leaning on the throttle
And the brakeman passing round the bottle
That full moon dancing through the trees
That 707 was starting to breeze it said

So I turned around tried to get back asleep
When my ceiling started to creak
And the plaster started to crumble
And the dishes started to tumble
I hit the floor, I headed for the door
That 707 was starting to roar it said

So next thing you know I was in the caboose
I was rolling dice, drinking booze
When my old man blew in like a hurricane
Lord have mercy who's driving this train

Last night could've sworn I was sleeping
When I woke up there was mud on my feet
And my head was pounding like a driving wheel
And I felt things, never thought I'd feel
So I pulled back the curtain, took the plants
That 707 was starting to dance it said

So next thing you know I was in the caboose
I was rolling dice, drinking juice
When my old man blew in like a hurricane
Lord have mercy who's driving this train

Last night awakened from a dream
With the headlights blazing from a train
And my old man leaning on the throttle
And the brakeman passing round the bottle
That full moon dancing through the trees
That 707 was starting to breeze it said

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