Steve Goodman
And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers Ride their fathers’ magic carpets, made of steel And mothers with their babes asleep, …
And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers Ride their fathers’ magic carpets, made of steel And mothers with their babes asleep, …
Yes I cried last night and I ain’t gonna cry no more I cried last night an’ I, I ain’t gonna cry anymore ‘Cause the …
Cryin’, sun gonna shine in my back door someday Now, don’t you hear me talkin’, pretty mama? Lord, sun gon’ shine in my back door …