Oh, I love a good train song
But my guitar don't make that sound
I never learned the harmonica
And my piano's too big to haul around
So I'll just sing my thanks to poor old Hank
To ole George Jones and to Jerry Jeff
To Boxcar Willie and the hobos about whom he sang
And tip my hat to the man in black himself
To Willie, Whalen, and that redneck mother, David Allen Coe
To Kris and Merle, and the rest of the old outlaws
I'll toast each as they'd go with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Oh, yeah, I love a good train song,
But my guitar don't make that sound
I never learned the harmonica,
And my piano's too big to haul around
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I'll toast each as they'd go, with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I'd toast each as they'd go, with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
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Oh, I love a good train song
But my guitar don't make that sound
I never learned the harmonica
And my piano's too big to haul around
So I'll just sing my thanks to poor old Hank
To ole George Jones and to Jerry Jeff
To Boxcar Willie and the hobos about whom he sang
And tip my hat to the man in black himself
To Willie, Whalen, and that redneck mother, David Allen Coe
To Kris and Merle, and the rest of the old outlaws
I'll toast each as they'd go with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Oh, yeah, I love a good train song,
But my guitar don't make that sound
I never learned the harmonica,
And my piano's too big to haul around
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I'll toast each as they'd go, with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I'd toast each as they'd go, with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
But my guitar don't make that sound
I never learned the harmonica
And my piano's too big to haul around
So I'll just sing my thanks to poor old Hank
To ole George Jones and to Jerry Jeff
To Boxcar Willie and the hobos about whom he sang
And tip my hat to the man in black himself
To Willie, Whalen, and that redneck mother, David Allen Coe
To Kris and Merle, and the rest of the old outlaws
I'll toast each as they'd go with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Oh, yeah, I love a good train song,
But my guitar don't make that sound
I never learned the harmonica,
And my piano's too big to haul around
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I'll toast each as they'd go, with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I'd toast each as they'd go, with a sip of bourbon and a toke
And hum them away on the Wabash Cannonball
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Writer: Steven Hines
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