| All aboard this train
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| Headed for points northwest
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| Can almost hear the whistle boys
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| There she is comin' around that old curve now
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| That old black smoke comin'
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| And let’s get in this here empty gondola here
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| You don’t mess with me boy
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| Look out Amarillo
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| A lonely spot I know where no man will go
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| Where the shadows have all the room
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| I was riding free on that old S-P
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| Humming a southern tune
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| When a man came along made me hush my song
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| Kicked me off away out there
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| As she pulled out of sight I turned to the right
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| The left and everywhere
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| All I could see was a cactus tree
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| A prairie dog playing there
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| I watched the prairie dog eat on the tumbleweed
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| That’s his home away out there
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| Ee oo ee dle dee dee ho oo lay dee ee dee
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| Ee oo ee dle dee dee ho ho lay dee ee dee
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| Then I threw down my load in the desert road
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| Rested my weary legs too
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| Watched the sinking sun make the tall shadows run
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| Across that barren plain
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| Then I hummed a tune to the rising moon
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| He gets lonesome way out there
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| Then I closed my eyes to the starlit skies
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| Lost myself in dreams
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| I dreamed the desert sand was a milk-and-honey land
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| Then I awoke with the dawn
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| There’s a train coming back on the one-way track
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| Going to take me away from here
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| Ee oo ee dle dee dee ho oo lay dee ee dee
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| Ee oo ee dle dee dee ho ho lay dee ee dee |