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Datto Road
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DATTO ROAD ©Pat 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
BREAK
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
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Lyrics Credits: Pat Flanakin
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Music Credits: Pat Flanakin
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Publisher Credits: Pat Flanakin/BMI
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Performance Credits: Pat Flanakin
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Short Song Description:
The lament of a prisoner dreaming of escape
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Song Length: 3:14
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Primary Genre: Blues-Rural
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Secondary Genre: Blues-Delta
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Tempo: Slow (71 - 90)
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: Frustration
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Mood 1: Restless
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Language: English
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