Royal Pine: Music

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Mama was a good cook, a cavalry wife.
Papa made a killing as a skinner with a knife.
Raised me up left, turned out right.
Who's gonna ride this old train.

Sister crossed over to the brimstone world.
Danced with the devil and had a baby girl.
But the boys still long for her alabaster curls.
Who's gonna ride this old train?

Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride this old train?
I say, who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride this old train?

People never called me no wild child.
Never took a windowsill autumn pie.
But a woman's got needs for the springtime rights.
Who's gonna ride this old train?

Ain't been further than the Arkansas line.
Never had a gin rickey topped with a lime.
Never had a lover who ever had a dime.
Who's gonna ride this old train?

Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride this old train?
I say, who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride this old train?

Going to heaven on a magic-carpet ride.
Cause the minister he gives me a Sunday smile.
But my shoes are born to walk a lonesome mile.
Who's gonna ride this old train?

Ain't gonna be no summertime bride.
Gotta make it over to the Canada side.
Heard they got a better quality of life.
Who's gonna ride this old train?


Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride this old train?
I say, who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride?
Who's gonna ride this old train?

Who's gonna ride...this old train!