AMTRAK SONG If you miss the train I'm on, And you doubt that I'll be back, You will know the train I'm on Is called AmTrak. Lord, I'm one; Lord, I'm two; Lord, I'm three; Lord, I'm four; Lord, I'm five hours late To New York. Not a seat on the train, Not a place to put my pack, As the train crawls along Decrepit track. Lord, there's one; Lord, there's two; Lord, there's three; Lord, there's four; Lord, there's five wrecks a month On this line. Warm flat soda to drink, Stale sandwiches to eat, And I'd hate to see the cow That gave this meat. Lord, there's one; Lord, there's two; Lord, there's three; Lord, there's four; Lord, there's five strains of mold On this bread. Four O'Clock in the morn, And a blizzard at my back, As I'm standing by the track, In Buffalo. Lord, there's one, maybe one, Only one, surely one, Lord, there's one train a night On this line. There's a train going here, There's a train going there, But you can't get there from here On AmTrak. There's just no train at all, Yes, there's no train at all, 'Cause they've cut the train that goes From here to there. @train @parody tune: Five Hundred Miles filename[ AMTRAKK play.exe MILE500 JY ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===