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I've been riding on this train |
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Drinking whiskey for the pain |
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Just another good old boy going home |
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And every town I see, seems to take a part of me |
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That's a price that you pay when you roam |
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And I lie when I have to |
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And I cry when I can |
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But I die a little slower |
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On the train to Birmingham |
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I got holes in both my shoes |
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And a guitar full of blues |
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A one-way ticket for a remedy |
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It's the same old lonesome song |
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I've been singing all night long |
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Hey porter, are we out of Tennessee? |
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And I cry when I have to |
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And I lie when I can |
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But I die a little slower |
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On the train to Birmingham |
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Every year I ride this train |
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To Alabama in the rain |
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When I get that lonesome feeling in my bones |
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But I never get to Birmingham |
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But getting there is not the plan |
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No, I just like the feel of going home |
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And I lie when I have to |
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And I cry when I can |
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But I die a little slower |
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On the train to Birmingham |
