Texty písní Fred Eaglesmith

Fred Eaglesmith

Tell The Engineer

Somebody ought to tell that engineer

He don't have to blow his whistle

Not so early in the morning

Tell him to take his train

Move it down the line

My heart's full of sorrow

My baby left here late last night

Disappeared right out of sight

She ain't coming back it's clear

Tell that engineer

I am just a poor millers son

I grind buckwheat into flour

I work hard everyday

When I get home at night

I'm a little tired

I don't have that much to say

She just wouldn't understand

She wanted more than just a man

She rode that train right out of here

Tell that engineer

Somebody ought to tell that paperboy

Throwing it up against my door

I sure could use some news

It's been too many years

I've cried too many tears

I've paid too many dues

Somebody ought to go up to that station

Where they're just standing round and waiting

Tell them what's been going on around here

Tell that engineer