"Big Bad Train" lyrics

"Big Bad Train"

Big train, big bad train
Here she comes, shaking my floor
Big train, big bad train
Making way through my back door

I was asked kindly to sell a piece of my land
I said no to a little bitty government man
So he got mad and evened up the score
He built his railroad tracks through my back door

Big train, big bad train
Here she comes, shaking my floor
Big train, big bad train
Making way through my back door

Now, there's a few things that a man I can do in peace
Make love to his woman, eat a meal and go to sleep
But there ain't one of these things that I can do
The scream of the whistling roar from an old choo-choo

Big train, big bad train
Here she comes, shaking my floor
Big train, big bad train
Making way through my back door

I thought once 'bout blowin' up the railroad track
I thought twice, I'd forgotten all about my shack
It's too late now, look out 'cause there she blows
Now the top of the roof is land in the middle of the road

Big train, big bad train
Here she comes, shaking my floor
Big train, big bad train
Making way through my back door


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