letra de lift my jug (song for hub cale) - william elliott whitmore
well i don’t care about my sorrows
and i don’t care about my woes
i put my knees down in the sand
down where that river flows
i put my hands in the water
look for my elbows in the cold
i let it wash my dirty face
let it clense my troubled soul
well, my name is hub cale
and my home is whereever i lay
and i was born to ride the rails
ride the rail til judgement day
my face is wrinkled and weary
as rough as railroad tie
and when that train come rumblin’ through this town
i lift my jug to the sky
oh lord
well, i lift my jug to the sky
and when that number 9 come rollin’ by
i lift my jug to the sky
for i was an engineer
i made my livin’ shovelin’ coal
paid my dues for 12 long years
then one day they let me go
and that time it sure was rough
and the labor sure took its toil
for my lungs are as black
as the feathers of the crow
now i lay underneath the trestle
with my jug of homemade rye
and when that train come rumblin’ through this town
i lift it up to the sky
letras aleatórias
- marc lavoine › letra de madame sans gêne - marc lavoine
- the ember days › letra de without love - the ember days
- saga can › letra de don't be late - saga (can)
- the lovely eggs › letra de where's my animal? - the lovely eggs
- tchotcho › letra de ken? - tchotcho
- crywithme › letra de talktome - crywithme
- jim kweskin › letra de okie from muskogee - jim kweskin
- lobo da rua › letra de superfrio - lobo da rua
- hehawatyca › letra de no future - hehawatyca
- efe rivaz › letra de su mirada - efe rivaz