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When I was a boy in the days of the train |
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I'd sit by the tracks on a long summer day |
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And I'd wave at the brakesman, and he'd wave back at me |
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While the thunderclouds rolled out of East Tennessee |
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But the dreams of a boy disappear when you're grown |
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And though I may dream, the railroads are gone |
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The ties they are rotten and the tracks shot to hell |
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Along with my dreams and the old railroad bell |
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In my dreams I ride the rails to California |
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Workin' diners and farms along the way |
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Or I'd hop a ride to hide across the border |
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With a black eyed girl beside me all the way |
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Now the mountains are silent and the railroads are gone |
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And the coal towns no longer hear the miners at dawn |
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But the train whistle shrills out her memories to me |
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While the thunderclouds roll out of East Tennessee |
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In my dreams I ride the rails to California |
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Workin' diners and farms along the way |
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Or I'd hop a ride to hide across the border |
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With a black eyed girl beside me all the way |
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Now the mountains are silent and the railroads are gone |
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And the coal towns no longer hear the miners at dawn |
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But the train whistle shrills out her memories to me |
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While the thunderclouds roll out of East Tennessee |
