| Song | Train Yard |
| Artist | Ray Wylie Hubbard |
| Album | The Grifter's Hymnal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Kiss me on the mouth sweet gal | |
| As if we was fixin’ to die | |
| And I’ll follow you down | |
| Till the Mississippi runs dry | |
| There’s a room down at the train yard | |
| The wall is gunmetal grey | |
| The door ain’t never locked | |
| Come sun down, let’s slip away | |
| I’ll fetch us a blanket | |
| You brink a box of crackerjacks | |
| We’ll make a pallet on the floor | |
| And lay a penny on the railroad tracks | |
| When the train comes flyin’ past | |
| The walls shake and the floorboard squeaks | |
| You be sittin’on top of the world girl | |
| Like the Mississippi | |
| SheiksNow if somebody ever asks you | |
| If you got any | |
| You just smile and lick your lips | |
| And show em that old flat penny |
| Kiss me on the mouth sweet gal | |
| As if we was fixin' to die | |
| And I' ll follow you down | |
| Till the Mississippi runs dry | |
| There' s a room down at the train yard | |
| The wall is gunmetal grey | |
| The door ain' t never locked | |
| Come sun down, let' s slip away | |
| I' ll fetch us a blanket | |
| You brink a box of crackerjacks | |
| We' ll make a pallet on the floor | |
| And lay a penny on the railroad tracks | |
| When the train comes flyin' past | |
| The walls shake and the floorboard squeaks | |
| You be sittin' on top of the world girl | |
| Like the Mississippi | |
| SheiksNow if somebody ever asks you | |
| If you got any | |
| You just smile and lick your lips | |
| And show em that old flat penny |
| Kiss me on the mouth sweet gal | |
| As if we was fixin' to die | |
| And I' ll follow you down | |
| Till the Mississippi runs dry | |
| There' s a room down at the train yard | |
| The wall is gunmetal grey | |
| The door ain' t never locked | |
| Come sun down, let' s slip away | |
| I' ll fetch us a blanket | |
| You brink a box of crackerjacks | |
| We' ll make a pallet on the floor | |
| And lay a penny on the railroad tracks | |
| When the train comes flyin' past | |
| The walls shake and the floorboard squeaks | |
| You be sittin' on top of the world girl | |
| Like the Mississippi | |
| SheiksNow if somebody ever asks you | |
| If you got any | |
| You just smile and lick your lips | |
| And show em that old flat penny |