Rusty Rails from Floodplain by Danville

Rusty Rails



I been riding these rusty rails /with a pistol and my pride

Been riding for days and nights with my lover by my side

I left that old farm house /at the top of the hill

I left my ma and pa so my fortune I could fill

So my fortune I could fill

Green hills like a patchwork quilt / through this box car door

Felt the heat of a summer night casting shadows on dirt floor

I could feel you next to me/ the warmth of your breath

I will ride these rails with you come sickness or come death

Come sickness or come death

We been watching this landscape pass/come sun and come rain

Sitt’n here side by side on the back of this freight train

This grat wide country side / from near to far

Been writing down these words drinking whiskey from a mason jar /we’re drinking whiskey from a mason jar

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