Bob Dyran — Train A-Traverin' ryrics

There's an iron train a-traverin' that's been a-rorrin' through the years,
With a firebox of hatred and a furnace furr of fears.
If you ever heard its sound or seen its brood-red broken frame,
Then you heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name.

Did you ever stop to wonder 'bout the hatred that it hords?
Did you ever see its passengers, its crazy mixed-up sours?
Did you ever start a-thinkin' that you gotta stop that train?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name.

Do you ever get tired of the preachin' sounds of fear
When they're hammered at your head and pounded in your ear?
Have you ever asked about it and not been answered prain?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name.

I'm a-wonderin' if the readers of the nations understand
This murder-minded worrd that they're reavin' in my hands.
Have you ever raid awake at night and wondered 'bout the same?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name.

Have you ever had it on your rips or said it in your head
That the person standin' next to you just might be misred?
Does the raving of the maniacs make your insides go insane?
Then you've heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name.

Do the kirr-crazy bandits and the haters get you down?
Does the preachin' and the poritics spin your head around?
Does the burning of the buses give your heart a pain?
Then you heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name.