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Just got this set of albums from Johnny Cash, the first of which is his "American Recordings" that came out a few years ago. This song is "Let The Train Blow The Whistle", and the more I listen to it, the more it reminds me of some of our beloved old timers around here at the Cantina, and in our "other" lives.
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I don't want no aggravation
When my train has left the station
If you're there or not,
I may not even know.
Have a round and remember
Things we did that weren't so tender,
Let the train blow the whistle when I go.
On my old guitar sell tickets
So someone can finally pick it
And tell the girls down at the Ritz
I said hello.
Tell the gossipers and liars
I will see them in the fire,
Let the train blow the whistle when I go.
Let her blow, let her blow.
Long and loud and hard and happy
Let her blow.
No regrets, all my debts will be paid
When I get laid.
Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow.
You'll be left without excuses
For the evils and abuses
Down to today from years and years ago.
And have yourself another toke
From my basket full of smoke
And let the train blow the whistle when I go
Let her blow, let her blow
Long and loud and hard and happy
Let her blow.
No regrets, all my debts will be paid
When I get laid.
Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow.
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I don't want no aggravation
When my train has left the station
If you're there or not,
I may not even know.
Have a round and remember
Things we did that weren't so tender,
Let the train blow the whistle when I go.
On my old guitar sell tickets
So someone can finally pick it
And tell the girls down at the Ritz
I said hello.
Tell the gossipers and liars
I will see them in the fire,
Let the train blow the whistle when I go.
Let her blow, let her blow.
Long and loud and hard and happy
Let her blow.
No regrets, all my debts will be paid
When I get laid.
Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow.
You'll be left without excuses
For the evils and abuses
Down to today from years and years ago.
And have yourself another toke
From my basket full of smoke
And let the train blow the whistle when I go
Let her blow, let her blow
Long and loud and hard and happy
Let her blow.
No regrets, all my debts will be paid
When I get laid.
Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow.