Justin Moon
This page contains my original music.
Story behind the song
Road weary travellers playing to the ashtrays
Lyrics
This old shotglass don't hold dust for long,
This empty bottle ain't gonna help right my wrongs
The scenery through these windows is changin all the time.
And every now and then I get to stop for a while.
This smoke filled room don't hold applause for long
The bartender ain't gonna help them feel my song
This old freight train stops in all the small towns
and night time's always wearin the same old gown.
This old traveler is getting cold by the rain.
This home town barely heard this train.
These rollin papers just can't burn slow enough
and these bound hands are getting used to the cuffs.
The lantern on the shoreline is signaling me to come.
There's a thousand miles of track to where I've just come from.
This old train finally ran out of track
no more steam
no more to roam
This old traveler has to find another home
And all these dwindilin barrel fires
Scare away little bits of night time's veil
But all in all it's just a fire trail to hell.
Freight train, take this old traveler home.
