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This Angry Train Is A Howlin
As I'm staring down into that sunset
Mahogany in it's radius and subtle glow
I've seen those good people working so damn hard
But maybe I have judged the ensemble before the show
I have kissed the ground before the feet of Abraham
Cause he was a wiser man than me
Cause he was a wiser man than me
And should I hope this railroad be complete
And my life's work is done
I pray our lord they call him Jesus Christ
May cleanse me of my sins
Because this is a deed not for the weak of spirit
And under this burning sun, in my heart it don't feel right
But now I hear that angry train a whistling
She's blowing steam, howling like wounded Gaelic banshees
And I hear that metal demon roar as she stops not for the man of faith
But for every sinner doomed to ride, there may be an angel sweet and a passing saint
I see all these men a slavin' toiling till their backs arch like a widowed tree
Traitors lynched and black men whipped, under capitalistic tyranny
Steel laid next to steel and the burning in your heart is all you feel
Even whilst the cold is still knockin' at your bones, you stand lo and behold
The blood of the lamb has purged your sin free from temptations nasty whim
But some are killers thru the end and they dump the bodies in the Blackburn Riverbed
Red spirits calling angry like the wolves, howlin', hunting down in their packs
Scalping and pillaging, you have trespassed on this land far too long my friend
This is were war can truly break more than just your backs
Come morning light there's work to be done cause too many bodies been food for a gun
This railroad shall be built, a testament of hard labor and guilt
You will reap what you sow, even if a priest our outlaw life
May be all you know
But now I hear that angry train a whistling
She's blowing steam, howling like wounded Gaelic banshees
And I hear that metal demon roar as she stops not for the man of faith
But for every sinner doomed to ride, there may be an angel sweet and a passing saint
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