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Twenty On High Lyrics by Farley Drayton
Farley Drayton Lyrics
Thirty-five minutes into Monday
I'm crossing that old state line
Headed out East with the railway
To the mountains of North Caroline
It's another damn week on the railroad
It's another damn lonesome night
One of these days I'ma head home
One of these days I might
Pay a little more respect to the body that I'm in
Take a little less off of the edge
What did you expect of an adolescent kid
Who was all out of allegiance to pledge
What did you expect of a runaway train
On a busted up mainline rail
What did you think he would have to say
If he decided there's a story to tell
There's thirty-five reasons for the bottle now
I'm thirty f**king counties away
Slipping off deep to the nothingness
Couldn't even speak if I had something to say
These thoughts they're all self-critical
There's two pounds left of the trigger pull
This ain't it there's got to be something else
Get out now before I lose myself
And pay a little more respect to the body that I'm in
Take a little less off of the edge
What did you expect of an adolescent kid
Who was all out of allegiance to pledge
What did you expect of a runaway train
On a busted up mainline rail
What did you think he would have to say
If he decided there's a story to tell
Thirty-five minutes into Monday
I'm crossing that old state line
Headed out East with the railway
To the mountains of North Caroline
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