Ednor Therriault songs
This song is a story about a rare case when the heroes come from the unlikeliest of places. And a little chuckle at the end.
I recorded a passing train last summer, using the movie setting on my point-and-shoot camera. I heard the rhythm in my head, and I thought it might be a good match for these lyrics.
Guitars are all acoustic. I hope you like it.
Rum Train
©2009 Bob Wire Music
A hundred-ton rocket came locomoting out of the night
Hurling down the mountain with a whistle and a powerful light
She was eating up track like a gator with a big appetite
The engineer was crying, the brakeman was speaking in tongues
They were ballin’ the jack on a train ride to Kingdom Come
Fifty-four cars and a tanker of Jamaican rum
The brakes were gone, there was no way to slow her down
Another couple miles and she’d plow into the center of town
Down in the hobo jungle they were passing that bottle around
The trestle above started rumbling like never before
Everybody in the jungle heard the runaway diesels roar
They had to do something or that little town would be no more
Those traveling wine connoisseurs carried rocks up the bank
It was a desperate move, like rats trying to waylay a tank
But if they stopped that train, they’d be laughing all the way to the bank
When the wheels hit the rocks those hobos were all out of sight
There was a horrible noise and fireworks lit up the night
The people of the town were all crossing their fingers tight
A cheer went up when the train stopped just in time
The hobos were heroes, but they had vanished without a sign
So did the tanker of rum and a flatcar of Florida limes
I recorded a passing train last summer, using the movie setting on my point-and-shoot camera. I heard the rhythm in my head, and I thought it might be a good match for these lyrics.
Guitars are all acoustic. I hope you like it.
Rum Train
©2009 Bob Wire Music
A hundred-ton rocket came locomoting out of the night
Hurling down the mountain with a whistle and a powerful light
She was eating up track like a gator with a big appetite
The engineer was crying, the brakeman was speaking in tongues
They were ballin’ the jack on a train ride to Kingdom Come
Fifty-four cars and a tanker of Jamaican rum
The brakes were gone, there was no way to slow her down
Another couple miles and she’d plow into the center of town
Down in the hobo jungle they were passing that bottle around
The trestle above started rumbling like never before
Everybody in the jungle heard the runaway diesels roar
They had to do something or that little town would be no more
Those traveling wine connoisseurs carried rocks up the bank
It was a desperate move, like rats trying to waylay a tank
But if they stopped that train, they’d be laughing all the way to the bank
When the wheels hit the rocks those hobos were all out of sight
There was a horrible noise and fireworks lit up the night
The people of the town were all crossing their fingers tight
A cheer went up when the train stopped just in time
The hobos were heroes, but they had vanished without a sign
So did the tanker of rum and a flatcar of Florida limes
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