Lonesome Neon Glow

Slight revisions on the traditional folk song “900 Miles”, just thinkin’ back to the days when I was a dishwasher, and having those old summertime blues…

I was smokin’ in the back,
Tears in my eyes,
Tryin’ to read a letter from my home;
If ol’ C-Tie treats me right,
I’ll be home tomorrow night,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
Standin’ in a lonesome neon glow

Now my mother, rest her soul,
Was my daddy’s love and oh,
Stole his poor heart from beyond her grave;
Saved his body for a time,
But it just broke up his mind,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow,
Standin’ in a hollow neon glow

Sold grandma’s old man’s old gold watch,
Felt so lost without that chain,
Begged a prayer from the dog of our family tree;
And if the pawn man treats me right,
I’ll be home tomorrow night,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
Standin’ in that lonesome neon glow

The 9 Train I ride on,
Travels all night long,
It’s just become a way of life each day to me;
If the bottle treats me right,
I’ll be okay another night,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
Standin’ in a broken neon glow,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

Blow! Blow for miles around, let every soul who’s ears to hear the sound,
Blow! Blow her memory down, down down down below the ground

Ask Lord grant me one last wish,
Before I wash another dish,
Let my face forget my trouble so they won’t know;
And if the Heavens treat me right,
My star shall not cross tonight,
I’m only nine hundred miles from my home…
Standin’ in that lonesome neon glow,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow,
Standin’ in a broken neon glow,
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow

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