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Waitin' For A Sign
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I was going through a strange time, and I wanted to write a train song.
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Acoustic songs about love, life, and funny stuff like almost dying. Gotta laugh, don't do no good to cry...
I'm just a guy who has spent the last too many years trying to make a living. My music has been a hobby. I write songs about things that happen to me, or have happened to me, and try to keep things simple.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #434
Peak in subgenre #112
Author
Edward Null
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®2004 Edward Null
Uploaded
February 19, 2006
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:54
Story behind the song
The local funeral home has a live-animal Nativity scene each Christmas. As I was coming home, the wise man figures were strapped together by the curb. I went and wrote this one.
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WAITIN’ FOR A SIGN Copyright 2004 Edward E. Null Throw a rock from my front yard, hit the engine passing by headed south through town. And in just a little while if it’s quiet where you are you can hear that engine whine headed for the mines. That old train keeps movin’ on, I’m still sittin’ here Waitin’ for a Sign. It was just the early spring when you gave a little smile for my chocolate Valentine. Now on the corner down the street there’s three wise men in the snow for the town Nativity, it’s almost Christmas time. Yeah, the seasons move along, I’m still sittin’ here, Waitin’ for a Sign. When there finally comes a time you’ve dotted all your I’s and crossed off all your T’s I’ll be sittin’ here waitin’ for a sign that you’ve made up your mind it’s time for you and me. I’ve gone a little gray but I’m still sittin’ here with all my love inside. The train goes by so close I can feel it in my sleep headed north through town with about a dozen cars loaded with iron ore to be smelted down. It’s Granite City bound. That old train keeps movin’ on, I’m still sittin’ here Waitin’ for a Sign. Throw a rock from my front yard, hit the engine passin’ by headed south for you. Edward E. Null
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