Busy Bee Cafe - Lyrics

One More Ride

Written by B. Nolan
I long for a trip, I don't need no grip, I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air, I guess it's in my hide
For the clickity-clack of the railroad track is callin'
If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes, when she gets under steam
And the big loud bell that bongs farewell, could hear her whistle scream
He's bound to go where there ain't no snow a-fallin'

One more ride
One more ride

I miss the gloom, of the pale white moon that seemed to know my name
And the tumbleweed, where the prairie dog feed, I miss them just the same
They're all a part of the song of heart I'm singin'
I recall the tune that I sang to the moon, and it seemed to make it smile
And I rode away at the close of day and stayed so long in a while
But I long to be where the memory is ringin'

One more ride
One more ride

As the years go by I wonder why I long to leave my home
And to hit the trail of the iron rail away out there alone
But my heart will sigh, 'til I know that I am leavin'
If I don't come back on a one-way track way down in Mexico
You can find me there or any old where that tumbleweed will grow
It's goodbye now, you'll never know I'm grieving

One more ride
One more ride
One more ride
One more ride

Blue Railroad Train

 Written by A. Delmore
Blue railroad train, goin' down the railroad track
It makes me feel so dog-gone blue, to listen to that old smoke stack
Come back again, let me hear your whistle blow
You're takin' the sun, and leavin' the rain, and makin' me want to go

I've got the blues, longin' for her company
It's many miles from where I am, to the only one for me
Well, it's lonesome here, waiting for the manifest
I hope that engineer is kind enough to let me be his guest

And I'm not as bad, as you might think I am
Though I've traveled here, or hoboed there
Rambled these states around
Blue railroad train, a good old pal to me
You take me where, I want to go, I get my transportations free

I Don't Love Nobody

 Written by Lester Flatt
Instrumental - Traditional arrangement by Marty Stuart

Watson's Blues

 Written by Bill Monroe
Instrumental

Busy Bee Cafe

 Written by Marty Stuart
Well if you're down in Mississippi, where the livin's slow
And you're just standin' on the corner, wonderin' which way to go
Just take a walk across town, to Beacon and Bay
Now you're right in front of the Busy Bee Cafe

Well there's Old Uncle Furry, he's a sittin' on the side
If you will talk to him just right, he might play you some of his slide guitar
He's got shoe shine's a-pumpin', five dollars a day
And it's all goin' on at the Busy Bee Cafe

It's just a good time, no crime, mighty fine, have a nice day
I see Lavala in the corner, speedin' her young life away

I've heard that jukebox play "High Heel Sneakers" twenty times a day
But when night rolls around, they move it out of theway
"Cause Footes and the boys, they come to town to play, 'til the break of day
Makin' everybody feel good at the Busy Bee Cafe

It's just a good time, no crime, mighty fine, have a nice day
I see Lavala in the corner, speedin' her young life away

If you're down in Mississippi, where the livin's slow
And you're just standin' on the corner, wonderin' which way to go
Just take a walk across town, to Beacon and Bay, yeah
Now you're right in front of the Busy Bee Cafe
Well, now you're right in front of the Busy Bee Cafe

Down The Road

 Written by Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs
Now down the road just a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high, and her hair is brown
The prettiest thing, boys, in this town

Well any time you wanna know
Just where I'm goin' down the road
Get my girl on the line
You'll find me there most any time

Down the road, down the road,
Got a pretty little girl, down the road

Now every day and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow,
You'll see me headed down the road

Down the road, down the road,
Got a little pretty girl, down the road

Well every time I get the blues,
I walk the soles right off my shoes
Don't know why I love her so,
That gal of mine lives down the road

Hey Porter

 Written by John R. Cash
Hey Porter, hey Porter, would you tell me the time
How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line
When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to ring his bell
And ask everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell

Hey Porter, hey Porter, what time did you say
How much longer will it be 'til I can see the light of day
When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to slow it down
Better still just stop the train 'cause I'd like to look around

Hey Porter, hey Porter, it's gettin' light outside
This old train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyes
But ask that engineer if he would blow his whistle please
I smell frost on cotton leaves and I feel that southern breeze

Hey Porter, hey Porter, get my bags for me
I need nobody to tell me now that we're in Tennessee
Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
We're gettin' close to home so take it easy on the steam

Hey Porter, hey Porter, please open up the door
When they stop this train, I'm gonna get off first 'cause I can't wait no more
Tell that engineer I said thanks a lot and I didn't mind the fair
Gonna set my feet on southern soil and breathe that southern air

Hey Porter, hey Porter, would you tell me the time
How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line
When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to ring his bell
Ask everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell

Boogie For Clarence

 Written by Marty Stuart
Instrumental

Get In Line Brother

 Written by Lester Flatt
Oh, listen to me sinners don't you want to go
For some day he's comin' back again you know
If that wrong ain't righted you'll be lost in sin
Get in line brother, he will take you in

Get in line brother if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singing this old time song
Get in line brother, if you wanna go home

If I could tell you brother just how I feel
Then I'm sure you'll know the love of God is real
Then you'll be praying while I sing this song
Get in line, brother, if you wanna go home

Get in line brother if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singing this old time song
Get in line brother, if you wanna go home

Now listen to me Saton I have righted that wrong
Got a one-way ticket and I'm goin' home
I've got no worries as I sing this song
Get in line brother, if you wanna go home

Get in line brother if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singing this old time song
Get in line brother, if you wanna go home

Soldier's Joy
Instrumental - Traditional arrangement by Marty Stuart

Long Train Gone

 Written by Marty Stuart
It's trouble on the left and trouble on the right
I've run from trouble nearly all my life
It's true, yes it's true
I met a dark-haired lady with a crystal ball
She said the law's gonna get ya, and stick ya behind stone walls
Then she took my money and run away

Well I was like a long, train, gone
Gone, a long time ago
Long, train, gone
Gone like you've never seen before

I saw the fireballs flashin' through the joker's eyes
But when she reached for my heart, I cut her right down to stone
I left her standin' alone
I stayed low to the east in the west bound rain
I thought I missed the flood before it fell down again at dawn
I thought it best to move on again

And I was like a long, train, gone
Gone, a long time ago
Long, train, gone
Gone like you've never seen before

When the walls come tumblin' down,
And the rain continues to fall
And you feel yourself shakin' when the light's gone out in the hall
And you're all alone

Son, be like a long, train, gone
Gone, a long time ago
Long, train, gone
Gone like you've never seen before
Gone like you've never seen before
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