I gotta train to catch
I hear it coming
Sitting on a rusty bench in Natchez Mississppi
Waiting for the iron horse
Red dust cling to my my Florsheim heels
One step from the plantation
My blues on a string
Juke joint preachin
Sing blasphemous sermons amplified
Making loose women tap painted toes
Deep down south
Cotton and the Klan grow out the ground
I learned to get down
On Guitar and Gin
Brought a one way ticket to Chicago
Running from Mississippi
I hear that train coming
Heading up north
That horn hollering in the distance
I gotta train to catch
Goin up north
Tired of greens and gristle
Swing low sweet chariot
Maybe I'll buy a Lincoln sedan
Blacker than me
In Chicago Land
Find me a sophisticated lady
Who like how I squeeze six strings
A note from nothin
My guitar scream and holla down home blues
I got five dollars and a chicken dinner
A sinner looking for souls to hypnotize
Here come dat train
I hear her coming......


