It's not my job to run the train
The whistle I can't blow
It's not my job to say how far
The train's allowed to go
It's not my job to shoot off steam
Nor even clang the bell
But let the dang thing jump the track
and see who catches he||
It's not my job to run the train
The whistle I can't blow
It's not my job to say how far
The train's allowed to go
It's not my job to shoot off steam
Nor even clang the bell
But let the dang thing jump the track
and see who catches he||
Classic. That job in first verse is fer Enjunears - they just like a box o' white and pink coated licorice candy and want to be known as Charlie:::::::::::::
and see who catches he||? that "really rings the bell"