It's so hard to struggle, it's hard to survive,
It's a struggle to stay alive.
I keep fighting on 'til we arrive.
I try to believe I will be received,
Lord knows I'm ready to leave.
Deliver me, I'm ready to leave.
Please deliver me.

How I wish my train would come
Carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.

As you can tell, I'm not from here.
I've got to get the hell away from here,
I bid you a fare thee well.
Dark is the night, Cold is the ground,
No one to call friend can be found,
No one to lend a helping hand can be found
No one gives a damn

How I wish my train would come
And carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.

The rain pouring down,
From the heavens above
Is cold as a mother's heart
I talk about trouble, it's my only friend'
I can smell the trouble blowin' in the wind.
Only thing I put my faith in
I try to believe, It's hard to believe,
There's a home out there for me,
Please deliver me, I'm ready to leave
Please deliver me, I'm ready to leave
Please deliver me, I'm ready to leave.

How I wish my train would come
And carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.
(Please deliver me)
And carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.
(I'm ready to leave)
And carry me, back, home,
How I wish my train would come
(Please deliver me)
And carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come
(I'm ready to leave )
And carry me back home,
How I wish my train would come.
(Please deliver me)
And take me back home

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Writer(s): Luther Dickinson