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

play.exe MILE500

JY

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