Folk Train (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Waiting on the platform in the cooling summer rain

A ragged band of pilgrims on a sanctified crusade

Armed with drums and fiddles, squeezebox, mandolins, guitars

With songs to fuel the spirit and words to lift the heart

All aboard the folk train

We got verse of fire and brimstone

That will put you in a spell

Take you up above the heavens and then deeper down than hell

So grab your hat and jacket and lace up your dancing shoes

It's a cure for Sutton sorrow and the Bagthorpe delta blues

All aboard the folk train

Big Bob beats the beat box and the songs come thick and fast

Jumping to the rhythm of the engine on the tracks

The buffet car is serving and the drink begins to flow

As the screaming whistle blows

Now we've reached our destination and we're headed back on home

It won't be long before we're treading hallowed cobblestones

Swaying drunken misfits and their waltzing chaperones

Back in Lawrence County drinking with the King of Rome

All aboard the folk train