| Everybody drives the same old roads these days
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| Don’t see a thing, but they know the way
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| Every mile’s a marker, every town’s the same
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| Another place to stop but not to stay
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| Daddy was a brakeman on the L&N
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| Sometimes he’d let me ride along with him
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| No matter where we’d stop along the way
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| Everybody knew his name
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| A different story down every line
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| People workin' hard just to live and die
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| I saw it all once upon a time
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| Through the window of a train
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| Then we started back the way we came
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| Like people moving through a picture frame
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| Seems the whole world’s further down the track
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| But I’m always looking back
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| I don’t expect you all to understand
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| Or see the country like a railroad man
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| So many things you’d never realize
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| Unless you saw 'em with these eyes
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| Birmingham to Jackson, hear the whistle call
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| And the sun goes down like a big red ball
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| In my memory I still see it all
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| Through the window of a train |