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Hear the whistle blow far off in the still night without stars see the tracks laid flat |
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With a hammer's might they're the spike driver's scars they're the spike driver's scars |
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By the railroad ties there a hammer lies it's all painted in red it's all painted in red it's all painted in red |
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The west springs up from the spike driver's blues |
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And the captain's new shiny shoes take to him this hat |
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And hammer and tell him i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone |
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By the railroad ties there a hammer lies it's all painted in red it's all painted in red it's all painted in red |