Story Behind the Song
Good friends shring stories, buried in a bottle feeling sorry for yourself, written in Germany, written in one night, recorded in 8 hours, a couple to takes to complete
Lyrics
Here I am I'm down at the station with a ticket in my hand, It's five to twelve and I guess I'll ride that rail, Conductor blows his whistle and yells all aboard, I'll take this bottle and drink till there's no more, I'm riding this train called loneliness, I'm riding it to the end, I'm riding that train called loneliness, riding it to the end, My woman done left me standing on my own she took off on down that lonesome road, It's been five years five years I've been on this train, and this bottle this bottle has been my only friend, I'm riding this train called loneliness, I'm riding it to the end, I'm riding that train called loneliness riding it to the end to the end, I believe it's time to step off this train, I know in my heart she ain't coming back this way, but the conductor still cries out yes he cries out for my name, and this bottle this bottle is my ticket back home, I'm riding the train called loneliness, I'm riding it to the end, I'm riding that train called loneliness riding it to the end to the end.
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