soapstone - bluebird

Hear that whistle blow, blow, blow
take me down, all the way outta town
here it goes, the big wheel rolls
down the traks, ain't no lookin'back

See the engine smoke
driftin' through the air, i think i'm almost there
right there, where i wanna be
see the bluebird sittin' in the tree

Hey mister conductor
roll them wheels, got a devil on my heels
please please conductor
burn some more logs, knock him outta his socks

Another mile around that bend
a little place where i need me some time to spend
over there i'm gonna meet some frieds
see the bluebird, sittin' on a fence

Hey mister engineer
tear off the roff, i see my brothers groove
pleas mister engineer
open them doors, so i can smell
that homecookin' some more

Let me show you, i hope you will like
the spot where i'm gonna be all night
let down my hair, pull up my pants
i'll be stompin' my feet, clappin' my hands

Hey mister conductor
roll them wheels, got a devil on my heels
please please conductor
burn some more logs, knock him outta his socks

I throught i heard a bluebird callin' my name
i feel she's trippin' on my shoulder
i guess i ought to hold her
so she won't fly away

I throught i heard a guitar wailin' the blues


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