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Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train Put a slouch hat down low on my ears |
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I'm yearning to leave this old town |
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On the flight and loose all my troubles and cares |
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In this day of airplanes and highways |
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Hey the slow way is sometimes the best |
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I'm longing to ride on a freight train |
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And be a good old American guest |
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Yes I wanna live on the land that |
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I've loved and I've labored for |
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And spend a few days headed west |
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I'm longing to ride on a freight train |
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And be a good old American guest |
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Well the pressures of life they got to me |
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And they got down and deep in my soul |
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I'm tired of the rat-race |
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Wanna go back to the slow pace |
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And hear a fast train rattle and roll |
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I wanna live out my days like a hobo |
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And take myself that long-needed rest |
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Hey, hey I'm longing to ride on a freight train |
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And be a good old American guest |
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Yes I wanna live on the land that |
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I've loved and I've labored for |
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And spend a few days headed west |
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I'm longing to ride on a freight train |
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And be a good old American guest |
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Oh, yes I'm longing to ride on a freight train |
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And be a good old American guest |
