| Sidetracked conveniently five steps from the mainline
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| Fresh off a grain porch drinking swill
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| Down from picking up in maine
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| Counting change
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| «oh how i, i would do anything for that old junktrain to turn manifest
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| And highball, yeah i’d sing that railroad song by the time the sun is setting
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| In the west»
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| No time or purpose as embers smolder
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| Holed up in pines of green
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| Pablo writes «dos» where mouths don’t share what their eyes have seen
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| «see those days are gone and i can’t stand one more
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| I’ve fought this war counting miles alone
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| I’ve seen it all, every goddamn state
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| Out here son it’s as rough as i have known»
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| All i have known with sky above as home
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| And ground beneath as bed is to ride fast
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| Live slow and without regret
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| «i've got no time for regret
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| Those thoughts solve nothing in the end
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| I’ve got blistered hands
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| And lived full through rejection
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| Long endured
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| 'cause i came up poor
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| «hell no i, i wouldn’t change a thing, those old junktrains all turn manifest
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| And highball, yeah i’ll sing that railroad song by the time
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| The sun is setting in the west» |