Guess this song

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One of my all-time favorite songs.



"I jumped off a boxcar down around tennessee
I was cold tired and dirty hungry as i could be
But i had my guitar and a hundred railroad songs
So i asked the policeman
Can i stay here long
He said mr. hobo you got to go now
We don't want you around
See i'm trying to build a respectable town
And we don't need a hobo like you around

So i left that town, lord with my guitar in my hand
Still cold and tired, kinda mad at the man
But this life that i chose to live, sometime's strange
See i'm trying to learn about the old music from ridin' the train
I'm a hobo i know, but thta's the price i pay
Guess i'll write me another song while i'm on my way
Catch me another train and this is what i'll say
Mr choo-choo train take me away

I'm goin' to ride this train lord until i find out
What jimmie rogers and the hag was all about
See i play this rock n roll and i think that's fine
But i wnta to go back a little further in time
I'm a hobo i know but that's the price i pay
Guess i'll write me another song while i'm on my way
Catch me another train and this is what i'll say
Mr choo-choo train take me away"

[grove rat]

skynard?

[JP135]

I believe that'd be some Lynyrd Skynyrd Railroad Song

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I believe that'd be some Lynyrd Skynyrd Railroad Song

Fuckin right. :cool:

[Geor!]

Now guess one of mine:

Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart,
Yeah, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd-a known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga,
She was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and the porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard.

[grove rat]

tom waits?

[Geor!]

tom waits?
Google?

[grove rat]

Google?

fuuuuck yea... i don't listen to that cracka ass cracka shit! :D :p

[Trip McNeely]

Guess this song, Broncos suck.





















:D :p

[Geor!]

Guess this song, Broncos suck.





















:D :p
Steelers locker room?

[Trip McNeely]

Steelers locker room?
LOL

[paul_376]

soulja boy?

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Guess this song, Broncos suck.





















:D :p

Ummmm....so? :(