"Duquesne Pensylvania" lyrics
"Duquesne Pensylvania"
A train in the rain is my claim to fame
Since I broke the chain that shackled my brain
To that woman insane way back in Duquesne, Pennsylvania
But my only regret is that I can't forget all the outstandin' debts
That she ain't paid yet and that fuzzy brunette
Who always said, "Don't sweat the small stuff"
So I ride in the rain on this big old train
Like a man with no name and my language profain
'Cause my only domain is this freight to Monterey, California
With the rain on my face, with the wind in the chase
It's an open shut case, I'm a happy disgrace
To the life I misplaced way back in Duquesne, Pennsylvania
A woman untrue is a hard bite to chew
And the feelin' was new, but I knew what to do, so I quickly withdrew
'Cause a woman's voodoo can detain ya
Yes, a word of advice is enough to suffice
And I won't say it twice and even though she seems nice
It's a big sacrifice, just one toss of the dice can restrain ya
So heed my request, use the utmost finesse
On the girl statuesque, enjoy her caress
But don't be outguessed, for she may distress and defame ya
Now you've heard my claim and there's more of the same
It's a heck of a shame, but you can't win the game
So we'll ride in the rain on the train from Duquesne, Pennsylvania
A train in the rain is my claim to fame
Since I broke the chain that shackled my brain
To that woman insane way back in Duquesne, Pennsylvania
But my only regret is that, I can't forget all the outstanding debts
That she ain't paid yet and that fuzzy brunette
Who always said, "Don't sweat the small stuff"
So I ride in the rain on this big old train
Like a man with no name and my language profain
Writer(s): Danny Samson, Ruby Van Noy
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- Hank Snow Lyrics
album:
"Tracks & Trains" (1971)
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