Ship It On The Frisco - The Bottle Rockets

C’mon buddy, you and me

Remember how it used to be

She’d be creepin' like a snail

Crawlin' outta PPG

We gotta go east, not west

Hidin' 'cross the trestle is best

When them engines turn the corner

The rest says be my guest

Them hopper car ladders hang low

We ship it on the Frisco

Saturday, how’s that sound?

Early in the mornin' when she comes 'round

Crosses Virginia

We’ll hear her and we’ll hunker down

Don’t run until ya hear the brakes

Be careful 'cause there’ll be snakes

Pull up, tight grip

Don’t slip, don’t make mistakes

Them hopper car ladders hang low

And we’ll ship it on the Frisco

Wanna go back, wanna go back

Wanna go back to those days we used to know

Down by the river when we’d jump off runnin'

Just like that, brother we’re far from home, so far from home

Now them new trains at dawn

Don’t slow down now the factory’s gone

Just blow through town

Too fast for a kid to grab on

But I know, buddy, you and me

Remember how it used to be

When she was creepin' like a snail

Crawlin' outta PPG

And them hopper car ladders hung low

And we shipped it on the Frisco

And them hopper car ladders hung low

And we shipped it on the Frisco