| All aboard, trackseventeen — all aboard
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| Yee-ha
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| This song is dedicated to all the hardworking pioneers of thiscountry
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| Settin’out discoverin the West
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| Bringing the railroad to where no man has ever been before
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| Johnny, he worked on the railroad — pounding on iron and steel
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| Working his way out west now — the only sure thing’s his nextmeal
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| America was young, but she was a-growing
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| Layin’tracks across the prairie not knowing where they’re goin'
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| His momma didn’t want him leaving, but now he’s headin’out west
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| She said «Please don’t go"but he said «If I don’tI’ll never rest»
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| It wasn’t always easy, some of the boys died
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| Johnny wrote her letters but he received no replies
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| Johnny, he worked on the railroad — pounding on iron and steel
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| Working his way out west now — the only sure thing’s his nextmeal
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| Johnny reached San Francisco tired and broke without a dime
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| Started panning for gold just a-hoping he would find
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| The gold wasn’t a-rushin', but Johnny kept on minin'
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| Trying to send his momma somethin’with the letters he wassignin'
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| And one day Johnny finally got a reply
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| When he opened Momma’s letter, he began to cry
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| She’s a-writing from her deathbed and this is what she said:
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| «Please don’t be mad at me, son, cause tomorrow I’ll be dead»
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| Johnny, he worked on the railroad — pounding on iron and steel
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| Working his way out west now — the only sure thing’s his nextmeal
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| Ah-ha!
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| Ah-ha!
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| Ha! |