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Mama got a voice like sugar so sweet and fine |
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Sister singing |
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Amazing Grace, right in time |
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They're laying poor papa low, in the ground that he worked and sowed |
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They waitin' at the |
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Jackson Station for the train to roll |
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She been up all night, she got crows walking round her eyes |
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She can still raise a cup in a toast to a well run dry |
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He left her on a |
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Tuesday still, |
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Gin, Whiskey and a bottle of pills |
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Now she's waitin' at the |
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Jackson Station looking over the hill |
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Take me away, hear that whistle play a sad, sad song |
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Lay me down, where the river runs wide and strong |
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Sometimes she rides a ticket home |
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Other times she'll leave you all alone |
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Just waitin' at the |
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Jackson Station for the train to go |
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The 4:19 rolls on the |
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Red Ball Line |
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The backwater shacks been waking to the 419 |
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She got the smoke coming out of the stack, dead running on a 10-mile track |
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Waitin' at the |
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Jackson Station never coming back |
