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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.01.17.27.3125]] |
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A leaky boiler perched upon A locomotive old and worn But fire in the box does glow Engineer make the whistles blow The piston creaks, the wheels start turning The joy of motion sets me yearning For love and lust and travel to The streets of some new place with you Show me the track that I may fly Down love's new road for one more try Fireman keep on stoking coal There's lots of miles to make our goal You get me there all safe and warm So I can see my lady Who's driving here?, I fear the harm! Of tunnels cold and shady I bought the ticket for this ride When you first said hello So I don't have a reason to hide The ride is fast, but mellow The boiler leaks and hisses But smells better than a diesel I won't put down my pen For I have no talent with easel Come buy a ticket for this ride The cause is true and just When we arrive on other side I'll take your love and trust I'll hold you tight with lovers' joy You'll smother me with love The train creeps up the mountain high Come ride with me my dove |