| When I was 9 years old my daddy made me see
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| The story of the railroad and how it came to be
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| He said the men who laid it down had left their own home towns
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| And broke their backs to give us traction
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| Ne’er do wells and woe be gones
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| Show your face for we were wrong
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| Ne’er do wells and woe be gones
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| Feel no shame it won’t be long
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| Yeah
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| Do you ever stop to think who built those walls around you
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| Do you ever wonder who those people were at all
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| Because the hands that give you shelter
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| Are the very ones that you refused
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| And the proof of what they’re worth
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| Will long after you and I are gone
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| Ne’er do wells and woe be gones
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| Show your face for we were wrong
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| Ne’er do wells and woe be gones
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| Feel no shame it won’t be long
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| Yeah
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| I beg you listen with an open heart
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| You so so cruelly judged
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| Forgive us our trespasses
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| Were taught to us because
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| We were raised by people
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| Just like you and so
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| When the world falls down around us
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| It’ll be to you I go
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| It’ll be to you we all come runnin'
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| Ne’er do wells and woe be gones
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| Show your face for we were wrong
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| Ne’er do wells and woe be gones
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| Feel no shame it won’t be long |