707 - Rosanne Cash

Last night awaken from a dream

With the headlights blazing from a train

And the old man leaning on the throttle

And the brakeman passing round the bottle

That full moon dancing through the trees

That 707 was starting to breeze it said

So I turned around tried to get back asleep

When my ceiling started to creak

And the plaster started to crumble

And the dishes started to tumble

I hit the floor, I headed for the door

That 707 was starting to roar it said

So next thing you know I was in the caboose

I was rolling dice, drinking booze

When my old man blew in like a hurricane

Lord have mercy who’s driving this train

Last night could’ve sworn I was sleeping

When I woke up there was mud on my feet

And my head was pounding like a driving wheel

And I felt things, never thought I’d feel

So I pulled back the curtain, took the plants

That 707 was starting to dance it said

So next thing you know I was in the caboose

I was rolling dice, drinking juice

When my old man blew in like a hurricane

Lord have mercy who’s driving this train

Last night awakened from a dream

With the headlights blazing from a train

And my old man leaning on the throttle

And the brakeman passing round the bottle

That full moon dancing through the trees

That 707 was starting to breeze it said