Lyrics

Stop the train there's a body on the tracks again A buddy trying to help a friend Or a criminal on the run Caught him getting on with your girlfriend Grinning just to spite the pain I never see your face again Let him off with a story harmonica A fire for the bitten toes Or the smell of diesel on his clothes Avoiding death penalties Police like the blue disease My home is on the road For the brothers, sisters and mothers Out on the street A friend in need is a Friend indeed, oh you Ain't got no sorrow if you Can't sing the blues You can't wait for tomorrow mister You got nothing to lose, nothing to Another roll of the dice Now it seems you're fresh out of luck Why don't you stick in the knife Now your real emotions are stuck This could take forever Jacket made of leather Better late than never Let em loose there's a killer on the tracks again Already picking up the scent Danger in the howl The brakes don't seem to work And there's fighting on the second coach Stealing from the buffet For the brothers, sisters and mothers Out on the street A friend in need is a Friend indeed, oh you Ain't got no sorrow if you Can't sing the blues You can't wait for tomorrow mister You got nothing to lose, nothing to Another roll of the dice Now it seems you're fresh out of luck Why don't you stick in the knife Now your real emotions are stuck This could take forever Jacket made of leather Better late than never
Writer(s): Fergus Gaine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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