| Like a buffalo herd from a shotgun blast scattered in flight
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| I got a one track mind
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| Going down a one train line
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| Living on dreams half the time
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| Going west
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| I gotta pick up speed
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| Just to get what I need
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| The end of the line guaranteed
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| Your love is my rest.
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| The coal catches fire and I’m down the wire in a flash
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| That big old smoksack is belching out black smoke and ash
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| So sad to think of Hurting the one you love
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| But surely that’s what leaving does
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| You’d know best.
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| I gotta pick up speed
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| Just to get what I need
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| The end of the line guaranteed
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| Your love is my rest.
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| I stand in the land of Custer’s last stand and I grin
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| So this is where old yellow-hair's ghost-dance begins
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| I got the blood on my hands
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| Can’t even live where I stand
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| I’m just a travelling man
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| Cursed or blessed
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| I gotta pick up speed
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| Just to get what I need
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| The end of the line guaranteed
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| Your love is my rest. |