Standing tall on the rail line,
Gazing up at the sky,
Grooving out to my music,
Won't someone please tell me why?
Didn't see it or hear it,
Didn't feel the ground shake,
It came up behind me,
Mean and sly as a snake.
Slammed into my blind side,
Pulled me under its wheels,
Chewed me up, spat me out,
You don't know how it feels.
I got them low down, dirty,
Hit by the Freight Train Flu Blues.
Music is Freight Train Blues by Octa Clark
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