Lyrics: Neil Levin
Music: Neil Levin
Well we loaded up our rifles
Got to our posts
Settled our horses
And cleared the coast
Me and my men have been sober days
Laying down dynamite for a days pay
Big blue river, keep on rolling
West of Mississippi and Texas bound
Cuz we got ourselves a train, full of liquor
And me and my men are gonna bring 'em down
Well we busted 'em in Tuscon
Killed in El Paso
All for that liquor West Texas bound
The gang of misfortune, for our lives will gamble
For a sweet taste of that whiskey town
Big blue river, keep on rolling
West of Mississippi and Texas bound
Cuz we got ourselves a train, full of liquor
And me and my men are gonna bring 'em down
Well the train is over yonder
Ahead of the crossroads and down the track
With pistons enraged, as it came closer
We blew off the dyno, and watched are backs
One small thing must've slipped our mind
It was the flammable nature of that whiskey inside
One small thing must've slipped our mind
Hey pa?
Yes, son?
What do you say we play our guitars?
Good idea!
Oh big river, keep on rolling
West of Mississippi and Texas bound
Cuz we got ourselves a train, full of liquor
And me and my men are gonna bring 'em down
As we ran for the hills in a blitzkrieg of fire,
And the blood rain of whiskey, where the wreckage lied
The souls of the men, who god had forsaken
Who baron that duty of carrying that rye
One small thing must've slipped our mind
It was the flammable nature of that whiskey inside
One small thing must've slipped our mind
One small thing must've slipped our mind
It was the flammable nature of that whiskey inside
One small thing must've slipped our mind