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I lost a pretty penny on my daddy's farm |
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To the railroad tracks that ran between the back porch and the barn |
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Every time that locomotive would start to shake the ground |
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I'd beat it to the backyard and I'd lay my Lincoln down |
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I'd signal to the engineer, he'd always let her blow |
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I'd count the cars, one by one, wishin' I could go |
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Train train choo-choo train |
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Heard that oooh oooh oooooohhhhhh |
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And I've never been the same |
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Train train choo-choo train |
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There's still a little rambling round running through my veins |
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From the Blue Ridge Smoky Mountains on L&N's old rails |
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To the Kansas City Southern sleepin' with the mail |
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I cut steel through Pennsylvania on the P&LE too |
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Saw the Colorado River from a Rio Grande caboose |
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Now every time that iron horse is comin' 'round the bend |
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I hear that lonesome sound oh Lord, and there I go again |
