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Old man sits in an apricot tree
He sees I and I sees he
Old man sweet as the fruit he's picking
Knows the rhythm of nature's ticking

Gives a smile of tooth and metal
Winks an eye like a falling petal
Face a furrowed field of life tracks
The years of the living knife

He I love, he I know
Seasons come, so fruitman go

Through the crowd I enter in
See the head of virgin skin
Frail the old man's hand I take
Peace be with you Sunday shake

Sweet old man he turns to me
Tries to tell me what's to be
He don't say no words at all
Tears from him like fruit do fall

He I love, he I know
See sons that come, so fruitman go(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm)

I've been walking these mean streets
Hard concrete beneath my feet
Ain't found a friendly face among the crowd
The city's like a Christmas tree
A light for every dreamer's dream
But it seems mine has finally burned out

Long black train, take me home
I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong
Long black train, take me home

I should've known I was mistaken
When I thought that I'd be making
A name for myself in Babylon
Though I've tried to do my best
The suit and ties are not impressed
So with what's left of my pride, I'll carry on

Long black train, take me home
I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong
Long black train, take me home

I'm gonna trade my guitar for a ticket
Then climb aboard and ride you down the track
I know I'm licked, but it's hard to admit it
Maybe someday you can bring me back

Long black train, take me home
I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong