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I was born in dixie in a boomer's shack, |
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Just a little old shanty by a railroad track, |
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The hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby, |
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And a freight train whistle taught me how to cry. |
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I've got the freight train blues, lordy, lordy, lordy, |
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Got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes, |
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And when that whistle blows, I've gotta go, |
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oh! lordy! Guess I'm never gonna lose, |
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The mean old freight train blues. |
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Now my pappy was a fireman and my mammy dear, |
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Was the only daughter of an engineer, |
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My sister married a brakeman and it ain't no joke, |
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Now it's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke. |
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I've got the freight train blues, lordy, lordy, lordy, |
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Got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes, |
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And when the whistle blows, I've gotta go, |
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Oh! lordy! Guess I'm never gonna lose, |
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The mean old freight train blues. |
