glad you made it freight cab but the railroad’s not long enough my little stowaway the train can become apart of you take time wonder your state like a river we ran where the sky was shining blue my little stowaway and i can’t go back to omaha out west my bounty is paid when the bottle hits the ground and nothing is left for you when the miles turn to lines on your face it’s the distance that i’ve found that kept me so close to you she’s my along my little stow away it’s forgotten state lines the pain from my shallow youth my little stow away time has it’s way of forgetting through grape vines smile on her face
credits
from
We Bring It On Ourselves,
released 02 April 2010
Recorded and Produced by Douglas Allen at The Front Porch Studios