Greendirt Train Tune (100 Coaches) Lyrics
Released on Ep. (Greendirt Rail Rider)
Album: Greendirt Experience
Written by: E.T. Sakshaug
I’ve listened to the origin, I ‘ve heard the whisper on the wind
I understood the long lonesome sign, felt the change in time
Put away the childish games, took to the streets to walk away the pain
Found myself at the crossroads, between an old country road and an alleyway
So, I surfed the yard and beat their way that day
This here trains a hundred coaches long, I must be moving on, on and on
This here trains a hundred coaches long, I’m on my way home
I was bearing the blind on that big hole in the sky
Say I was blown in glass, like my hero’s of past
Walking the wayside of wanderlust or bust
For who I was, will be, way back then It was a must
In search of the ever-flowing fountain
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain
This here trains a hundred coaches long, I must be moving on, on and on
This here trains a hundred coaches long, I’m on my way home
Few years as a floater flipping freights holding on
Carrying the weight of all these songs
And my guitar riding on my shoulder
Gifted a bed roll and a moniker
Hanging out at the barrel house with the boozehounds
Ending the night at a cat house, wondering how do I get out
Finding a highline without hitting the grit
where I end up and rest might be dangerous
I hold on tight on this ride and this wondering life
The songs in my soul and this guitar by my side
This here trains a hundred coaches long, I must be moving on, on and on
This here trains a hundred coaches long, I’m on my way home
This here trains a hundred coaches long, I must be moving on, on and on
This here trains a hundred coaches long, I’m on my way home