歌词
Parapliers, the willow dipped, rolled, roots gnarled like rakers
This hollow hole don't hold no jokers or fakers
Don't fall by no jokers or fakers
Puller down to the stirrin' hay acres
Parapliers pinched up uh levee 'n pulled 'way thru the toe
Foothills, locomotives walked, 'n sugar beets rolled down the tracks
Sunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacks
Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky blue-o
Poured the engineer's voice whistlin' down low
'N piped like clacks by the ol' scarecrow
'N pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands, till the
Kettle leaped fire round the belly-o
The bayou boy bums with their sunken gums
'N pits their strength to the seven sons
Parapliers roll like a straight iron gun
Like a red-hot iron thru the egg white-o
Sunnyland drum, horn blow
Sun like a bubble pop yellow down she go
My cowcatcher whistled like a steel flash scream
Hose sucked out for water 'n the wheeldriver
Sparkled like an Indian flint
'N the fireman 'n the brakeman
Bent 'n waved his long red underwear arm, all aboard
Then the lantern flared
'N the caboose waved a green gone on
专辑信息
4.Peon