Run Down

Well I was standing on the tracks
I had the train to my back
I didn't know that it was coming

Like a loco out of control
A freight train on a roll
I was run down

Well the engineer was smoking,a swift corona
He had fire in his eyes,lying on his mind
He was smoking,smoking

I heard the whistle as he hit me
Felt my friendship disappear
But I never shed a tear

That night in Morrow Georgia
By a seaboard southern railway
I was run downnnnnn



true story and has made me skeptical of friends through my years