Palm Trees, Helicopters and Gasoline (Live) - Joe Bonamassa

There's a slow train coming

It's movin' on down the line

Steel wheels on iron rails

Tonight I'm fixin' to die

Woo, I hope you don't mind pretty mama

Woo-hoo, hope you don't mind if I go

'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises

I ain't gonna see you anymore

There's a slow train coming

Coming right on time

Smokestacks and bottle lightning

This jumper on the line

Woo, I can't do without it anymore pretty mama

Yes, I can't do it without it anymore

'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises

I ain't gonna see you anymore

There's a slow train coming

To march us home from war

With my leather boots and my haversack

Sure can take it no more

Woo, I cried for her baby when I saw you there

Woo-hoo, I cried for her just the same

'Cause when the steam from the slow train rises

I'm gonna cry for you just the same

Well there's a slow train coming

Carrying the mighty worker hordes

Eighteen days in the cotton field

Enough to put a man out of?

Woo, It's time to move on pretty mama

Woo-hoo, Yes it's time to move on as I go

As the steam from my slow train rises

It's time for me to get on board