All Whistle and No Train Lyrics by Al Duvall
I met some tramps as I hiked the tracks
With my campfire strapped to my donkey’s back
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I met some tramps as I hiked the tracks
With my campfire strapped to my donkey’s back
Remember, my friend
When our world had an endless horizon
Oh. Excuse me. Didn’t notice you sittin’ out there
I’m quite a guitar picker, ain’t I? Hmm, that’s good. Sounds so sweet, like a peach tree full of chickadees
It was cold and hungry where i was young
Had to burn the coal dad coughed up from his lung
Oh, once I was reclusive
Once I was a shut-in
There’s a slaughterhouse sunset caught up on our barb wire jack
Where a stranger is only a friend you haven’t shot in the back