“It ain’t my fault
It’s 6 ‘o’clock in the morning”
He said
As he came up out of the night

When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began to testify
Born in a depression
Born out of good luck
Born into misery
- In the back of a truck..

I’m telling you this mister
Don’t be put off by looks
I been in the ring and I took those right hooks

Oh the loneliness
Used to knock me out - harder than the rest

And I’ve worked for breakfast
‘N I ain’t had no lunch
I been on delivery and received every punch

Suddenly I noticed that it weren’t quite the same
Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain

But everywhere I looked all over the city
They’re runnin’ in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars
Y’see I allways wanted one of those cars
Long black ‘n shiny an’ pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button,
Hear it coming in
You can say I can see the light… roll!
Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights!
Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back
Not that strong now
Yes who’s there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light

Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in
It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go
Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now
Coming on forward motion across the ocean
An’ up the hills yeh boys let’s strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push gimme a pull
Gimme a llama gimme a mule
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse

Down the avenue
So fine
In style

I get violent when I’m fucked up
I get silent when I’m drugged up
Want excitement, don’t get none, I go wild

I don’t know what can be done about it
If you play the game you get nothing out of it
Find out for yourself try bein’ a goody goody

You better cheat cheat
No reason to play fair
Cheat cheat or don’t get anywhere
Cheat cheat if you can’t win

Nobody knows what they are doing
It’s beyond your control, an’ friday night’s a ruin
If you wanna survive you better learn how to lie

Don’t use the rules
They’re not for you, they’re for the fools
And you’re a fool if you don’t know that
So use the rule you stupid fool

There is a train at Version City
Waiting for the rhythm mail
If you can jump then jump right now
She can pull you through to better days

Is that the train that the speak off
The one I heard in my younger days
All great bluesmen have rode her
I’m jumping up gonna ride that train

There’s a lonely soul out on the crossroads
He’s waiting there in the pouring rain
He’s looking for that great ride yeh
That’ll take him to oh what’s her name

So I rode that train from Version City
For ninety-nine an’ one half days
Never heard such rhythm sound
It was in my soul which was on the train

We went straight through Syndrum Inc.
Up an’ over the Acapella Pass
Then Gibson Town and Fenderville
All stations to the Mesa Boogie Ranch
We saw that soul out on the cross roads
Waitin’ there in the pouring rain
We called hey engine slow your rhythms
See he wants to ride the version train

We rode that train from Version City
For ninety-nine and one half years
I never seen such funky country
While riding with the engineers

Could not fill no application
Before I rode this rhythm train
Could not work at my station
Before I rode the version train

There is a train at Version City
Waiting for the rhythm mail
If you can jump then jump right now
She can pull you through to better days