Steve Madewell - Drake Hollow

Drake Hollow

Look up Drake Hollow,
Tell me what do you see
Oil lamps in the darkness
Coming down that creek
Wading in that water
Not making a sound
Riding on a train lord, lord
That’s underground

Ain't got no money
Ain’t got no food
Clothes are all ragged
Holes in their shoes
Don't know where they came from
Don't know where their bound
Riding on that train Lord, Lord
That’s under ground

Following that north-star
Sleeping through the day
Candle in the window
Safe house to stay
Watching every stranger
Listen for those hounds
Riding on that train lord lord
That’s under ground

Go down Drake Hollow
On to liberty street
Just a few more miles
To Lake Erie
Through a town called Painesville,
To the big lake shore
Sail across that water
And they’ll run no more

This train don’t smoke
Don’t burn no coal
This train don’t need
No wheels to roll
Riding on that train
Not making a sound
The train they ride
Is freedom bound

Go down Drake Hollow
On to liberty street
Just a few more miles
To Lake Erie
Through a town called Painesville
To the big lake shore
Sail across that water
And they’ll run no more

This train don’t smoke
Don’t burn no coal
This train don’t need
No wheels to roll
Riding on that train
Not making a sound
The train they ride
Is freedom bound