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Train, train** |
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Come and gone |
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My rum coco |
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My cold empty |
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Shake, shake |
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Sugaree |
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Shoo, shoo fly |
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Don't come back again |
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X X the eyes |
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C. C. Rider riding |
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On the morning tide |
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To the fall horizon |
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Sic, sic the wolves |
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And hope it don't get ugly |
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A trick pony |
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He don't know me |
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He don't know me at all |
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Knock, knock |
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Go away |
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Pull the trigger |
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And see your shadow laughing |
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Transatlantic |
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There's no one there |
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It's no cold comfort |
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With your conscience calling |
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X X the eyes |
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C. C. Rider riding |
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On the morning tide |
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To the fall horizon |
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Sic, sic the wolves |
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And hope it don't get ugly |
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A trick pony |
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He don't know me |
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He don't know me at all |
