| When I was a little boy I used to lie in my bed
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| And listen for the '9:09'
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| It never ran on Christmas or the day that Jesus died
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| But every other day it ran on time
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| It always made me lonesome but it brought me comfort
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| And what it did to me I can’t explain
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| And as I wonder through this harsh and gentle world
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| Oh every now and then I wish I was a train
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| Chrous
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| Roll on roll on into the dark night
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| Leavin' all my troubles behind
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| Carryin' my soul far far away
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| Oh every now and then
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| I wish I was a train
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| I loaded trucks in Isa rode the dingo fences
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| Cursed the ganger on the western line
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| Started throwin' punches in a bar at Charters Towers
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| They threw the book at me I did my time
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| Bridge
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| Cause a train don’t weep a train don’t feel
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| Heartache sadness and pain
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| And when I die just let my spirit ride
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| On the boxcar of an ever rollin' train
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| Through the darkest night, every little town looks the same
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| When morning comes you can see the names
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| Through my sleeper window frame
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| I wish i wish i was a train |