Fred Eaglesmith - Sweetcorn lyrics

462 coming down the line steaming like a kettle and the s**ers on time waiting at the station with a friend of mine got in with him she left me behind Sweet corn shuck and boil all my life been trouble and toil working like a dog on the old railroad sweet corn shuck and boil Miss Molly Miss Molly she took me in with a halfway glance and a cigarette grin cornbread hair and a sapphire chin never loved nothing as much as gin Froze my bones on the corner pa** drinking liquor and smoking gra** got a bad head and a cold in my chest by the time they found me I was damn near dead