AMTRAK SONG
If you miss the train I'm on,
And you doubt that I'll be back,
You will know the train I'm on
Is called AmTrak
Lord, I'm one; Lord, I'm two;
Lord, I'm three; Lord, I'm four;
Lord, I'm five hours late
To New York
Not a seat on the train,
Not a place to put my pack,
As the train crawls along
Decrepit track
Lord, there's one; Lord, there's two;
Lord, there's three; Lord, there's four;
Lord, there's five wrecks a month
On this line
Warm flat soda to drink,
Stale sandwiches to eat,
And I'd hate to see the cow
That gave this meat
Lord, there's one; Lord, there's two;
Lord, there's three; Lord, there's four;
Lord, there's five strains of mold
On this bread
Four O'Clock in the morn,
And a blizzard at my back,
As I'm standing by the track,
In Buffalo
Lord, there's one, maybe one,
Only one, surely one,
Lord, there's one train a night
On this line
There's a train going here,
There's a train going there,
But you can't get there from here
On AmTrak
There's just no train at all,
Yes, there's no train at all,
'Cause they've cut the train that goes
From here to there
tune: Five Hundred Miles
filename[ AMTRAKK
playexe MILE500
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