Lyrics

House On The Edge Of The Tracks


Granny made a bee-line
We were smashin' the tomatoes
that she just picked
Grandpa sippin' red wine
Had to work so hard
just to feel so fine

At the house on the edge of the tracks
Oh, gotta go, gotta go
I don't know if I'll ever get back
To the house on the edge of the tracks

I remember dippin' a tin cup
into the water from a well
It's taste and feel on my skin
All the sights and the sweet, sweet smell of the

House on the edge of the tracks

Ooo, hoo, hoo... Here come a locomotion
Ooo, hoo, hoo...Shakin' the whole foundation

For affection, never had to beg
Even from my great grandpa and his peg leg

In the house on the edge of the tracks...