There's an old whistle blowin',
A thousand miles from nowhere.
Singin' like a sweet lullaby.
And she's a strange rose growin',
In the land of frozen.
Desire burnin' like a fire.
Honey, won't you jump my train?
You won't forget my name,
Or where I'm going.
I don't mind feeling the pain,
In the morning, lord.
With your faded lovin' on my mind.
She's a full moon potion,
Smokin' locomotion.
Got me caught between,
Hello and goodbye.
Because there ain't fare thee well,
Well there's only fair warning.
Her lovin' don't go out of style.
in the morning, lord.