Parapliers the willow dipped
Rolled roots gnarled like rakers
This hollow hole don`t hold no jokers or fakers
Don`t fall by no jokers or fakers
Puller down to the stirrin` hay acres
Parapliers pinches uh levy `n pulled way thru the toe
Foothills, locomotives walked `n sugar beets rolled
Down the tracks
Sunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacks
Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky
Blue `o` poured the engineer`s voice
Whstlin` down low `n piped like clacks
By the ol` scarecrow
`n pots `n pans burn the fireman`s hands till the
Kettle leaped fire round the belly `o`
The bayou boy bums with sunken gums
`n pits his strength to the 7th sons down
Parapliers rumbled like uh straight iron gun
Like uh red hot iron thru the egg white `o`
Sunnyland drum, horn blow
Sun like uh bubble pop yellow, down she go
Mah cowcatcher whistled like uh steel flash scream
Hose sucked out for water `n the wheeldriver
Sparkled like an Indian flint
`n the fireman `n the brakeman bent `n waved his long red underwear arm
All aboard
The lantern flared `n the caboose waved uh green gone on