John Campbell Take Me Down
I got the pedal to the metal,
And a suicide clutch
The hounds are howling,
And they’re catching up.
There’s a slow train rollin’ without a sound,
I know it’s coming to take me down.
You know sin’s a costly hunger,
I always ate my fill.
I been payin’ the fiddler
With counterfeit bills.
I see the smokestack lightnin’, crossroads bound,
I know it’s comin to take me down.
My engine’s screaming in fifth gear.
Breakneck speed, too fast to steer.
My lights are out, the moon is bright.
That train keeps comin’ off to my right
To take me down
It’s comin’ to take me down
Bugs hit the windshield, explode in red.
I cannot see the road ahead.
But it doesn’t matter where I cross the line,
That fiddler’s train is always right on time
To take me down
It’s comin’ to take me down
