Attica Antiquities Tour: Part XXVII

Freight train, freight train, going so fast. I don't know what train he's on. Won't you tell me where he's gone? Don't know where he's heading for. What he's done against the law. Got no future, got no hope. Just nothing but the rope. Freight train, freight train, going so fast. I don't know what train he's on. Won't you tell me where he's gone? He lost his reason, lost his life. He killed his friend in mortal strife. He must get moving like the rolling skies. He's just a-waitin' till he dies. Freight train, freight train, going so fast. I don't know what train he's on. Won't you tell me where he's gone? When he dies, just bury him please. Way down the end of Old Chestnut Street. Pop their sadness head and feet. And tell them he's gone to sleep. Freight train, freight train, going so fast. I don't know what train he's on. Won't you tell me where he's gone? Ooh... Mister Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I've ever seen. Give him tulips like roses and clover Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Make him the cutest that I've ever seen Give him the word that I'm not a rover Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Mr. Sandman, bring us a dream Give him a pair of eyes with a come-hither gleam Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci And lots of wavy hair like Liberace Mr. Sandman, someone to hold Would be so peachy before we're too old So please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring us Please, please, please, Mr. Sandman Bring us a dream