Travellin' Freight Copyright 2005 Stan Lyness   jump blues, male or female voice	broadband listen
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Well, you're full of ambition an' sure to go far,
so you head for the city that'll make you a star,
but the city's got rules you don't understand
Learn fast!  Or you'll wind up like the man
who thought laughin' at strangers was good clean fun -
didn't take him long to mock the wrong one,
Now he's dead an' headin' home in a crate;
he's gone, he's late, he's travellin' freight.

Well the world needs talent, don't ever hold back,
gotta hit the big town an' find the fast track,
go on, make a million but just beware
the city'll kill you if you don't take care,
like another young star who'd experiment just
with powder at parties from people he'd trust.
but once his trust is slightly misplaced,
he's bought it, he's late, he's travellin' freight.

You might be flyin' to the city on a first-class ticket
sittin' pretty in the cabin of the plane,
an' end up flyin' home to mama with the luggage in the bottom 
in a box with a label with your name.

So watch where you're headin' for, try not to get
too ahead of yourself or behind in your debt.
When you check a situation, if you got any doubt,
show respect for strangers as you back your way out.

Don't wind up makin' a fatal mistake.
'cause when you fly cargo, travellin' freight,
you get plenty of leg room, but you can't sit up,
you get met at the airport, then you get picked up,
Don't be the last person to leave the next wake.
Don't be late early, don't be travellin' freight.