's a rollin' down the line Mister jailer, go away now, don't tell me no lies Mister jailer, away, don't tell me no lies When my train go down, she's
river when you called Well, I followed her down to St. Louie later on down the river Trader said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone Well
Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine Get out the pans, don't just stand there dreaming Get out the way, get out the way Here comes sunshine
takes the afterdeck The third the planks and rails What's the point in callin shots? This cue ain't straight in line Cueball's made of styrofoam and no one's
reason Others trust to might I don't trust to nothing But I know it come out right Say it once again now Oh, I hope you understand When it's done and
blown away Now what remains? The wind and rain And like a desert spring, my lover comes and spreads her wings Knowing Like a song that's born to soar