Monday, September 12, 2005

R.I.P., Man In Black


I don't want no aggravation when my train has left the station,
If you're there or not, I may not even know.
Have a round and remember thing we did that weren't so tender,
Let the train blow the whistle when I go.

On my old guitar sell ticket so someone can finally pick it,
And tell the girls at the Ritz I said hello.
Tell the gossipers and liars I will see them in the fire,
Let the train blow the whistle when I go.

Let her blow, let her blow,
Long and loud and hard and happy let her blow.
No regrets, all my debts will be paid when I get laid,
Let the train blow the whistle when I go.

You'll be left without excuses for the evil and abuses
Down to today from years and years ago.
And have yourself another toke from my basket full of smoke,
Let the train blow the whistle when I go.

Let 'er blow, let 'er blow,
Long and loud and hard and happy let 'er blow.
No regrets, all my debts will be paid when I get laid,
Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow.

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