Texty:
Yonder Mountain String Band Mountain Tracks Volume 3

an order Coffee, tea, or something stronger to start off the day It's a bloody Mary morning And I'm leaving baby somewhere in L.A. [ Chorus - x3 ]

Well you asked was I holding I said no I?m not holding I thought you was holding, it?s true But here I?m not holding And since you?re not holding My

There's a town out there I spent a little time I almost didn't make it out alive Since I did I thought I'd write a song About the things I saw while

That train bound for Gloryland is headed up the line Fast rollin', high ballin', ain't that old St. Peter callin' Hell bent for Gloryland, lonesome friend

It's been too many years with only memories Looking back through the years with my Rose Back on the past, Lord Almighty she went fast That same old Sunday

I wish my baby had deep pockets So we could run around Spendin' all her money Paintin' up the town I wish my baby had deep pockets I'd love life everyday

can't see the sunrise The phone, it rings, who could it be Well, it ain't her, and it's not for me Forgetting's as easy as 1-2-3 my friends say Her face

You and I headed straight into the west Sun is rising behind we're heading straight into the darkness And it's been so long since I've seen you But I