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As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait. Wish the railroad didn't run so near, |
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'Cause the rattle and clatter of that old fast freight keeps a-makin' music in my ear. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo- |
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Hear the whistle blow. Hear the whistle blow. Clickety clack, clickety clack. The wheels are saying to the railroad track. |
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Well, if you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. |
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Well, I wouldn't give a nickel for the bum I use to be, work as hard as any man in town. |
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I got a purty gal. She thinks the world of me. Man would be a fool to let her down. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo- |
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Hear the whistle blow. Hear the whistle blow. Clickety clack, clickety clack. The wheels are saying to the railroad track. |
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Well, if you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. |
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So ev'ry night I listen, wonder if it's late. In my dreams I'm ridin' on that train. |
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I feel my pulse a-beatin' with that old fast freight and thank the Lord I'm just a bum again. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo- |
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Hear the whistle blow. Hear the whistle blow. Clickety clack, clickety clack. The wheels are saying to the railroad track. |
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Well, if you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. |
