Ruppe, I really wanna know   I think you should stop your cryin   Its my curtiff to dry your eyes   You know I love you      Ruppe, here I am   Im rubbing up my belly with guava jelly   Antel, here I am   Im rubbin up my belly with some guava jelly      This train is bound for glory   This train...   Yeah me talkin bout    This train is bound for glory   This train...   This train is bound for glory   This train carry no one holy      the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head corner stone   the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head corner stone      Your a builder baby   Here I am a stone   No need to confuse it girl   Cuz the things you should use    Are the things we should choose    And you hear me   Hear when I say...      This train bound for glory   This train...   This train is bound for glory   This train...   This train is bound for glory   This train carry no one holy      Cuz I, I just cant be sad