Iron Thunder

Iron Thunder Born in the smoke of '23, a Doncaster son Before the electric wire, before the diesel run They built him for the speed, painted apple green The loudest, meanest bastard that the North had ever seen He hauled the heavy timber and he hauled the heavy gold A hundred years of thunder, and he never bought what he was told. Roll on, you iron outlaw, roll on through the rain The scrap man came to take your bones but he couldn't take the train! With fire in your belly and a ghost within your wheels You’re the King of King’s Cross, show 'em how it feels! Yeah, show 'em how it feels! The war came down heavy, and the paint turned into black He carried boys to glory who were never coming back Then the suits in the city said, "Your time is done, old friend." They tore up all the stations and they tried to plan his end They sold him to the wealthy, they shipped him 'cross the sea But you can't cage a hurricane, and you can't chain the free. Now the lines are clean and quiet, the trains are soft and tame But listen to the valley... do you hear him call your name? Roll on, you iron outlaw, roll on through the rain The scrap man came to take your bones but he couldn't take the train! With fire in your belly and a ghost within your wheels You’re the King of King’s Cross, show 'em how it feels! Yorkshire hills... to the London fog. The living legend... the analog dog. They thought you were history... Buried in the past... BUT YOU WERE BUILT TO LAST! So if you see the smoke rising on a Sunday afternoon Don't think it's just a relic or a shadow 'neath the moon It's the Scotsman screaming, tearing up the track To tell the modern world: "We ain't never going back!" He's still running. (Chug-chug-chug) He's still running. (Chug-chug-chug) Green and Black. Never look back. Lyrics: Gemini