Old Southbound Line Mike & Floyd
Just sharing a little bit of my music.Some written by myself or co-writing with lots of other friends.
Lyrics
Songwriters -Michael LeBlanc,Floyd Jane ©2015
Old Southbound Line
Louisiana moon winkin' through the leaves
Swear i heard the ghost of a hobo breathin'
Every now and then i hear the lonesome sound
Of a distant whistle of that old southbound
Trestle like a skeleton ready to fall
Can barely stand a Yankee wind as it calls
Broken boxcar battlin' kudzu vines
Home to coyotes,critters and empty bottles of wine
Night time on that old southbound line
Takes me back,to a different place and time
Some good some bad some have slipped my mind
But i became the man i am,on that old southbound line
Potters field,many a nameless cross
Covered in briars and spanish moss
All the stories i could tell,with those old friends of mine
From the first train we hopped,to the end of the line
Another wishful night under the stars
Away from home God knows how far
Beside these rusty rails prayin' it don't rain
Singin' Jimmie Rodgers,Waitin' For A Train
Night time,on that old southbound line
Takes me back,to a different place and time
Some good some bad some have slipped my mind
But i became the man i am,on that old southbound line
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