Joe Bonamassa and Steve Louw - Cruel Hand of Fate

Yeah, the train a leavin'
I'm standing on the tracks
This train is leavin'
I'm standing on these tracks
I believe, I'm gonna find my way back

I can feel, oh, that cruel hand of fate
I can feel it, feel that cruel hand of fate
Telling me, Stevie, don't be late

I got to ride right down the line to Abilene
I got to ride, ride, ride, right down the line to Abilene
So, I can see my pretty darling, before the good Lord
Sets me free

Ain't got no ticket, all I got is my walkin' shoes
Ain't got no ticket, man, all I got is these walkin' shoes
Won't you let me ride this train tonight, oh, with you?

Take my hand, pull me up there, right by your side
Oh, take my hand, pull me up, right by your side, oh yeah
So I can ride this train tonight, right down the line

I got to ride, ride, ride right down the line to Abilene
I got to ride, ride, ride, right down the line to Abilene
So I can see my pretty darling, before the good Lord
He sets me free

Every morning, my little darling, waiting for this lonesome train
Every morning, my darling's waiting for this long, dark, and lonesome train
Waiting for it to be bringing me, back to her again
So she can heal my pain

Sing for them, all the poor boys of history
Sing for them, yeah, all the poor boys of history
For all the spirits who ride this train, with me

I got to ride, ride, ride, ride with you, tonight
I got to ride, ride, ride, ride with you, tonight
So, I can see my little darling, one more time before I die
I got to see her, before I run out my time
Got to see her, oh yeah, before I die."

Written by:
Stephen Louw

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