| Well, yeah, yeah, yeah, One of these mornings, it won’t be long
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| Captain’s gonna call and I’ll be gone
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| I’ll be nine hundred miles away from home
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| You can count the days I’m gone
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| You can tell the train I’m on
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| You can hear the whistle blow as she rolls by
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| She rolls by, she rolls by
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| Hear the whistle blow as she rolls by
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| My olden shoes are worn
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| My olden clothes are torn
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| And I hate to go home now this-a-way
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| This-a-way, this-a-way
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| Hate to go home this-a-way
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| Well, if my Mama she says so, I’ll railroad no more
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| I’ll side-track my train and go home
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| And go home, and go home
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| Side-track my train and go home
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| If I die a Railroad Man
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| I wanna be buried in the sand
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| So I can hear old No. 9 as she rolls by
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| She rolls by, she rolls by
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| Hear old No. 9 as she rolls by |