| From old Montana down to Alabam'
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| I’ve been before and I’ll travel again
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| You triflin' women can’t keep a good man down
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| You dealt the cards but you missed a play
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| So hit the road and be on your way
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| Gonna board the Golden Rocket and leave this town
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| I was a good engine a runnin' on time
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| But baby I’m switchin' to another line
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| So honey never hang your signal out for me
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| I’m tired of runnin' on the same old track
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| Bought a one way ticket and I won’t be back
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| This Golden Rocket’s gonna roll my blues away
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| Break (guitar)
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| Hear that lonesome whistle blow
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| That’s your cue and by now you know
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| That I got another true love waitin' in Tennessee
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| That midnight special is burnin' the rail
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| So woman don’t try to follow my tail
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| This Golden Rocket’s gonna roll my blues away
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| Hear her thunder run through the night
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| That Golden Rocket is doin' me right
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| And that sunny old southland sure is a part of me
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| Now from your call board erase my name
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| Your fire went out you done lost your flame
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| And this Golden Rocket is rollin' my blues away
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| Break (fiddle)
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| That old conductor he seemed to know
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| You done me wrong I was feelin' low
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| For he yelled aloud we’re over that Dixon Line
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| The brakeman started singin' a song
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| Said you’re worried now but it won’t be long
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| This Golden Rocket is leavin' your blues behind
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| Break (guitar)
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| Then the porter yelled with his southern drawl
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| Let’s rise and shine good mornin' y’all
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| And I sprang to my feet to greet the new born day
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| When I kissed my baby at the station door
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| The whistle blew like it never before
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| On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away |