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Johnny C. Lately - That Train (That Is Comin' So Slow) Lyrics



Johnny C. Lately - That Train (That Is Comin' So Slow) Lyrics




Shake off your cloak of discomfort
Take off the mantle of woe
Crossing the river with purpose
Bearing with the mean and the slow
Pay no attention to others
Others will come and they'll go
And don't turn your back to the railroad tracks
And that train that is coming so slow

Coming so slow. Coming so slow
When it arrives, God only knows
If your life has a purpose, then let it show
So don't complain, just remember that train
That is coming so slow

Coming so slow. Coming so slow
It's on its way, wherever you go
If Love is the answer, then the question I know
Forget your pain. Just remember that train
That is coming so slow
So don't complain, there's always that train
That is coming so slow
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Shake off your cloak of discomfort
Take off the mantle of woe
Crossing the river with purpose
Bearing with the mean and the slow
Pay no attention to others
Others will come and they'll go
And don't turn your back to the railroad tracks
And that train that is coming so slow

Coming so slow. Coming so slow
When it arrives, God only knows
If your life has a purpose, then let it show
So don't complain, just remember that train
That is coming so slow

Coming so slow. Coming so slow
It's on its way, wherever you go
If Love is the answer, then the question I know
Forget your pain. Just remember that train
That is coming so slow
So don't complain, there's always that train
That is coming so slow
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Writer: Woodrow Thomas
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Johnny C. Lately - That Train (That Is Comin' So Slow) Video
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Performed By: Johnny C. Lately
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Woodrow Thomas

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