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