Pat Flanakin
Datto Road
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DATTO ROAD ┬ęPat Flanakin
Words & Music by Pat Flanakin
patflanakin@hotmail.com

Late one night
How I heard me an 'ol freight train
Late one night
How I heard me an 'ol freight train
In its midnight howlin'
I heard it call my name

Say Leroy
Break away dat ball and chain
Say Leroy
Break away dat ball and chain
When the watchman's sleepin'
The pris'ner sure gonna play

Datto Road
Dusty like a poor man's grave
Datto road
Dusty like a poor man's grave
And the longer I walk it
The sore my feets and legs

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Prowlin' dog and a gun
When the mornin' came
Prowlin' dog and a gun
When the mornin' came
And a star was talkin'
He call me by my name

Say Leroy
There's a hole in the work farm gate
Say Leroy
There's a hole in the work farm gate
And these tracks that led me
Right here to your fate

Datto road
Dusty like a poor man's grave
Datto road
Dusty like a poor man's grave
Now I'm goin' to heaven
Cause hell is where I came
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Pat Flanakin
Music Credits: Pat Flanakin
Publisher Credits: Pat Flanakin/BMI
Performance Credits: Pat Flanakin
Description
Short Song Description:
The lament of a prisoner dreaming of escape
Metadata
Song Length: 3:14
Primary Genre: Blues-Rural
Secondary Genre: Blues-Delta
Tempo: Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Frustration
Mood 1: Restless
Language: English