See the sky about to rain
broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train
whistle blowing through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain
rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.
Some are bound for happiness
some are bound to glory
some are bound to live with less
who can tell your story?
See the sky about to rain
broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train
whistle blowin' through my brain.
Signals curlin' on an open plain
rollin' down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comI was down in Dixie Land
played a silver fiddle
played it loud and then the man broke it down the middle.
See the sky about to rain.