No. 8 Train Lyrics

Well you can hear the winds are blowing way out on the plains

And you can hear the whistle blowing on the ole number 8 freight train

All this metal Lord was meant to drive man insane

You can ride it high or baby you can ride it low

Pushin 40 tons of something with nothin but a chunk of coal

And the engine screams louder than the old timey rock and roll

You can't stop this engine it was built by man

It's the fastest hunk of steel movin throughout all the land.

It's faster than my guitar picking in my bluegrass band

Well you can hear the winds a blowing way out on the plains

And you can hear the whistle blowing on the ol number 8 freight train

All this metal lord will surely drive a man insane

There's a box in the back that'd make Woody Guthrie proud

Max's harp plays a tune that is way too loud

This land is your land echoed through the crowd

Late at night I lay down and look at the sky

I'm too proud to listen so I just sit and cry

Rye whiskey rye whiskey I wish I would die