Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy

And it's coming closer Stranded in this spooky town Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down Floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangle of

And it's coming closer Stranded in this spooky town Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down Floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangle of

Down in Jungleland The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into

Keep on falling down Give me drink, give me smoke Get me high, let me float On a clowd, coming down Put me down, gentle now Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know Give me drink, give me dope

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

There ain't no midnight train Comin' down the line I was standin' at the station, ten to midnight in the rain I was mindin' my own bus'ness, waiting for that midnight train Nobody in sight, starin' at my shoes, I took out my paper to find me some good

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

Met myself a comin' county welfare line. I was feelin' strung out, hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin', down to war in June. All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune. Wrote a song for everyone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote a song For

It's harvest time It's harvest time in this little town Time to bring it on in Pay the loans down And make another round There's a big red moon coming up in the sky Combine's cutting in a staggered line The only time of year We missed the church bell's