Текст песни Johnny Cash - Like The 309

(Spoken)
It should be a while before I see dark to death 

So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath 

Well im not the crying nor the whining kind

Till I hear the whistle of the 309, 

(Sung)
Of the 309, of the 309
Put me and my box on the 309 
Take me to the depot 

Put me to bed 
Blow an electric fan on my knarly old head 
Everybody take a look, see im doing fine 
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, on the 309 
Put me and my box on the 309
Hey sweet baby kiss me hard
Draw my bath water Sweep my yard
Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow
I wouldn't give a hootin' hell for my journey now 
On the 309, On the 309
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I hear the sound of a railroad train 
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The whistle blows and Im gone again 
It will take me higher than a Georgia pine 
Stand back children its a 309
It's a 309, It's a 309
Put me and my box on a 309
A chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn
I haven't felt this good since jubalee morn'
Talk about luck, well I got mine
Asthma comin' down like the 309
Write me a letter, sing me a song 
Tell me all about it, what I did wrong
Meanwhile I will be doing fine
Then load my box on the 309
On the 309, On the 309
Gonna get outta here on the 309