Ирина Юрьевна

I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin' round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine, baby, since I don't know when Well, I'm stuck in a fulsome prison, time is draggin' on I hear that train a-rollin', way down to San Antonio Well, I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car Bet they're drinkin' coffee, smokin' their cigars You know I knew I had it comin', knew that I could not be free But that train keeps a-roin', that's what toll haunches me Yeah, when I was, baby, my mama, mama said, hey, son Don't you