Betting On Trains - HEM

Written by：dan messé

Someone's waving

Someone's counting

Someone's leaving

There's fifty dollars on this pony

Chase him down these tracks

Well won't nobody take my business

Teach you how to come back

I saw one hundred miles of steel over wood

And let her go

I filled my pockets up with coal black

With mud and let her go

I'll throw my hat off when I beat you

Find it when you're gone

Straw and cotton around the station

Make myself a new one

I held a silver dollar

Tight inside my fist and let you go

I've counted all the things

I've lost that point to this and let you go

The whistle's sounding

You are leaving

I am counting