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Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track |
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Watchin' that old smokestack |
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Train is a-leavin' but it won't be back |
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Years ago we hang around |
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Watchin' trains roll through the town |
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Now that train is a-graveyard bound |
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Where we go up in that North Country |
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Lakes and streams and mines so free |
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I had no better friend than he |
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Something happened to him that day |
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I thought I heard a stranger say |
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I hung my head and stole away |
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A diesel truck was headin' slow |
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Carryin' up a heavy load |
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Left him on a Utah road |
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They carried him back to his home town |
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His mother cried, his sister moaned |
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Listin' to them church bells tone |
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A diesel truck was rollin' slow |
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Pullin' down a heavy load |
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And left him on a Utah road |
