Train, train, come and gone. My rum coco. My cold empty. Shake, - TopicsExpress



          

Train, train, come and gone. My rum coco. My cold empty. Shake, shake, sugaree. Shoo, shoo fly, dont come back again. Knock, knock, go away. Pull the trigger and see your shadow laughing. Transatlantic; Theres no one there. Its no cold comfort with your conscience calling. X X the eyes. C. C. Rider riding on the morning tide, to the fall horizon. Sic, sic the wolves and hope it dont get ugly. A trick pony, he dont know me; He dont know me at all.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 02:30:08 +0000

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