Rosanne Cash 707
Last night awaken from a dream with the headlights blazing from a train and the old man leaning on the throttle and the brakeman passing round the bottle, that full moon dancing through the trees that 707 was starting to breeze it said so I turned around tried to get back asleep when my ceiling started to creak and the plaster started to crumble and the dishes stared to tumble I hit the floor, I headed for the door That 707 was staring to roar It said So next thing you know I was in the caboose I was rolling dice, drinking booze When my old man blew in like a hurricane Lord have mercy who's driven this train Last night could've sworn i was sleeping when i woke up their was mud on my feet And my head was pounding like a driven wheel And I felt things, never thought I'd feel So I pulled back the curtain, took the plants That 707 was staring to dance It said So next thing you know I was In the caboose I was rolling dice, drinking juice When my old man blew in like a hurricane Lord have mercy who's driving this train Last night awakened from a dream with the headlights blazing from a train And the old man leaning on the throttle And the brakeman Passing round the bottle That full moon,dancing through the trees That 707 was starting to breeze It said
