Original Soul Sister

This train don't carry no gamblers, this train This train don't carry no gamblers, this train This train don't carry no gamblers, no whiskey drinkers, and no high flyers This train carry no gamblers, this train This train is bound for glory, this tra

One perfect morning I was all alone Listening to The blaze of summer Drifting, I was falling I was floating in a golden haze Breathing in the sky blue sounds Of memories of other days And in my dreams I was a child Flowers in my mouth and in my eyes