Lyrics of the Month

Because of the incredible good taste that I have consistently displayed on my blog page, I have received literally tons of requests for lists of my favorite songs. So OK, OK, I give in.
The following are the best lyrics for the month of August:

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.

And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

It doesn't get much better than that. Thank you Steve Goodman.