Songs ‘bout Guns and Trains

I like songs about trains, or a cowboy driving in his truck, to bail his mama out of prison,

when she was down on her luck.

I like songs about trains, no sadder sound than when that whistle blows.

those rails far away from here. From the dusty to the winter snows. I like songs about gunfights.

To gunslingers with it all on the line. Maybe one shot each to live or die now. One may

falter one may shine. I like songs about gunfights, a type of justice I likely never know. It

don't matter who was right or wrong, only who shot straight or who shot low. I like

songs about my honey. She likes songs about guns and trains. Sad and folky with a touch

of blues. She likes the happies and she loves the pains. I like songs about my honey. We

We skipped country again last week Left behind all the guns and train wrecks

To sing our songs where it's less bleak Left behind the guns and train wrecks

To sing our songs where it's less bleak