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Railway
by Dispatch

Yeah, yeah i think i heard you,
Yeah, yeah i think i heard you,
Oh lord i think i heard you.

Yeah, yeah i think i heard you,
Yeah, yeah i think i heard you,
Oh lord i think i heard you.

so all of a sudden I'm facing a
raging river that passed me by
do I turn around, do I turn my eye
to the sun in the apex of the high high noon
I'm on a flatbed yellow pick up
underneath a half moon

cut me cut me some slack jack and jump in
the back if you can't handle the candle
then you can't handle the wax
you're just going to get sacked
it's as simple as that

but before I know it
I'm going down this itty bitty river in
a boat a little bigger
than a bath tub
my bones begin to shiver
'cause I'm aching to deliver
this water that I must give her
can I get some

Yeah, yeah i think i heard you,
Yeah, yeah i think i heard you,
Oh lord i think i heard you.
I think i heard you yeah

down by the railway station
people moving a new direction
take a ticket from who you can
then drive that train

down by the railway station
people moving a new direction
take a ticket from who you can
then drive that train

she was a black-tie bomb shell
out of Bombay
she was easy on the eyes
so I had nothing' to say
she said take the water to the
leprechaun man you got till the bell
rings three, do you understand

a little piece of me wants to go
I don't know
turn around what do ya do
I don't know
look at me and what do ya do
i don't know

ding dong ding that's the bell
and I know you know I know
I don't know you very well
but if I did, I would proove
and hit the ground running
but I don't and I won't
so you got another thing coming

he kicked up the river
with a flick of his wrist
I popped him in the kisser
'cause I couldn't resist
I said to my side kick
I'm up to my high wick
and now I'm getting a little homesick

but before I know it
I'm going down this itty bitty river
in a boat a little bigger
than a bath tub
my bones begin to shiver
'cause I'm aching to deliver
this water that I must giver her
can I get some

before I know it
I'm going down this itty bitty river
in a boat a little bigger
than a bath tub
my bones begin to shiver
'cause I'm aching to deliver
this water that I must giver her
can I get some

Yeah, yeah i think i heard you,
Yeah, yeah i think i heard you,
Oh lord i think i heard you.
I think I heard you yeah

down by the railway station
people moving a new direction
take a ticket from who you can
then drive that train

down by the railway station
people moving a new direction
take a ticket from who you can
then drive that train

Driving, driving i said now
driving, driving i said now
driving, driving
you got to drive your train.
Riding, riding i said now
riding, riding i said now
riding, riding
you got to ride your train.

yeah yeah

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Bradley Joseph Corrigan, Chad Stokes Urmston, Peter Francis Heimbold

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