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Hey, to hear that old train blow |
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Makes me feel like I want to ride some too |
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Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on |
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And they won't know what route I've gone |
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I asked the brakeman to let me ride the blinds |
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He says, 'I don't care Brownie this train ain't mine' |
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Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on |
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And they won't know what route I'm gone |
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Freight train, freight train going so fast |
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Freight train, freight train going so fast |
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Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on |
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They won't know what route I've gone |
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Was a mean old farmer and a cruel old engineer |
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Low down conductor wave that train from here |
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Just don't tell 'em what train we're on |
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They won't know what route I'm gone |
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There's a long gold rail and a short crossed town |
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Ride the roach till the day I die |
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Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on |
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And they won't know what route I've gone |
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When I die don't bury me deep |
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Just at the foot of old Chestnut Street |
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So I can hear that old number nine |
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As it rolls on down the line |
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Freight train, freight train blows ooh, ooh, hoo |
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Makes me feel like I want to ride some too |
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Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on |
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And they won't know what route I'm gone |
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Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on |
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And they won't know what route I'm gone |
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Just don't tell 'em what train we're on |
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And they won't know what route we gone |
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Just don't tell 'em what train we're on |
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And they won't know what route we gone |