Paroles de Train to Chicago
Gas station, neon signOrange and white winks an eye and whispers 'goodnight'
Drunk on the train to Chicago
I feel alright.
Half-pint of Dewar's White Label
Still half-full
The train lurches left, lurches right
Drunk on the train to Chicago
I feel alright.
I left a New York
Of gas bills and cigarette burns
Wasted days
Of whiskey and "As the World Turns"
Train driver, hit the gas
Shovel coal, move your ass
We've got a schedule to keep
Drunk on the train to Chicago
I fall asleep.
And in my dreams, we're careening drunk
Through the streets of my hometown
The man on the moon is on benzedrine
And everybody's spinning 'round. Drunk on the train to Chicago,
I feel alright.
I feel alright.
The train lurches left, lurches right
Drunk on the train to Chicago
I feel alright.
I left a New York
Of gas bills and cigarette burns
Wasted days
Of whiskey and "As the World Turns"
Train driver, hit the gas
Shovel coal, move your ass
We've got a schedule to keep
Drunk on the train to Chicago
I fall asleep.
And in my dreams, we're careening drunk
Through the streets of my hometown
The man on the moon is on benzedrine
And everybody's spinning 'round. Drunk on the train to Chicago,
I feel alright.
I feel alright.
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