The Bug  (or some better title I havenít thought of yet)
by John Flynn
 

Thereís a bug walking smack down a railroad track

But it donít know what a railroad is

 

And the track is rumbling cause a train is coming

But it donít know what a train is

 

And the trainís bearing down on a sleepy little town

But it donít know what a town is

 

And all along it sings the song

Sha la la la la la di da

It sings Sha la la la la la di da

 

Well the townís got people underneath a steeple

But it donít know what a church is

 

Where they kneel and pray every seventh day

But it donít know what a Sunday is

 

And the church bell tolls trying to save your souls

But it donít know what a soul is

 

And the choir beneath the spire sings

Sha la la la la la di da

They sing Sha la la la la la di da

 

If you happen to be going my way

Iíd be grateful for the company

Cause sometimes out here on this lonesome hi-way

I can feel the ground shake under me

 

Like a bug walking smack down a railroad track

And the song that I start singing isÖ

 

Sha la la la la la di da

I sing Sha la la la la la di da

 

(Repeat and fade)

 

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