LYRICS
Several tracks to the north and the west
So many unknown miles
So many kinds of music and styles
And one that I like best
I can´t stop, cannot stop, I can´t stop the train that rock´n rolls
Cannot stop, no, can´t stop, I can´t stop the train that rock´n rolls
What´s left to say, bro, but I carry on
It´s this Peyote Springs Rails Doc Holiday Thang
Don´t care about miles and not ´bout styles, the sign of the cactus lives on
Chickenhead F. and rumblin´ train music
It´s what it´s always been
Funky blue Rhythm´n Roll
And all bands inbetween
I can´t stop, I can´t stop, I can´t stop the train that rock´n rolls
Cannot stop, cannot, cannot stop, I can´t stop the train that rock´n rolls
What´s left to say, bro, but I carry on
The Peyote Springs Rails Doc Holiday Thang
Doesn´t care about miles and not ´bout styles, the sign of the cactus lives on
A bottle of rum on a railway bridge
We left some shards behind
Winter again now, a man on the ridge
Two desperate twens in mind
I can´t stop, cannot stop, I can´t stop the train that rock´n rolls
Cannot stop, no, can´t stop, I cannot stop the train that rock´n rolls
What´s left to say but, I keep on and on and on
2024 containes some 82 and that´s where it all comes from
What´s left to say, bro, but I carry on
Whith our Peyote Springs Rails Doc Holiday Thang
Don´t care about miles and not ´bout styles, the sign of the cactus lives on
You went ahead back then and someday I will follow
The rest of time it takes ´til then is called forever
Here I go
Words and music by Cowboy F.
2 июл 2024
