| The lightning express from the depot so grand
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| Had started out on its way
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| All of the passengers that were on board
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| Seemed to be happy and gay
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| But one little boy who sat by himself
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| Was reading a letter he had
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| You could plainly tell by the look on his face
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| That the contents of it made him sad
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| The stern old conductor then started his round
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| Taking tickets from everyone there
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| And finally reaching the side of the boy
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| He gruffly demanded his fare
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| «I have no ticket» the boy then replied
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| «But I’ll pay you back someday»
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| «Then I’ll put you off at the next stop we make»
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| But he stopped when he heard the boy say
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| «Please Mr. Conductor
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| Don’t put me off of this train
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| The best friend I have in this world sir
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| Is waiting for me in pain
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| Expecting to die any moment sir
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| And may not live through the day
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| I wanna reach home and kiss mother goodbye
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| Before God takes her away.»
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| A girl sitting near was heard to exclaim
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| «If you put him off, it’s a shame.»
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| Taking his hand, a collection she made
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| The boy’s way was paid on the train
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| «I'm obliged to you miss for your kindness to me.»
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| «You're welcome,» she said, never fear
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| Each time the conductor would pass through the car
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| The boy’s words would ring in his ear
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| «Please Mr. Conductor
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| Don’t put me off of this train
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| The best friend I have in this world sir
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| Is waiting for me in pain
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| Expecting to die any moment sir
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| And may not live through the day
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| I wanna reach home and kiss mother goodbye
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| Before God takes her away.» |