© Michael Peter Smith
Oh the Saint Mary's Railroad
Well you know it's easy to ride
If you look out your window
You see yellow sparks flying by
I left four children in Mobile to be with this man
I'm gonna love him all I can all right
I was raised solid Baptist
You ask me sometime how that feels
I'll be twenty-eight in August
And I'm tired of Dr. Pepper with my meals
He told me things I'd forgotten men knew how to say
Get the hell out of my way I'm gone
On a Monday I dreamed that I drowned
By Tuesday I'd pulled out
And I'd leave four more kids if I had to
To make things work out
You can roll all your house trailers
Down to the bottom of the sea
He's gonna take good care of me all right
Oh the Saint Mary's Railroad
Well you know it's easy to ride
Easy to ride
