| Let me tell the sad sad story of poor old Joe
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| He was born a country boy, he’s living low
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| Just sittin' on a railroad station
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| Watching all the trains go by
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| He saw a girl, her smile drove him insane
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| She was passing on a train
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| Just to catch a glimpse of her face, he waited every day
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| Only for a minute before she moved away
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| But in his imagination
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| She’d step off to say hello
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| There won’t be an answer just because
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| She’s ridin' on a train
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| She wore some red and yellow roses
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| And even diamonds in her hair
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| She had the beauty of a queen
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| Loveliness you’ve never seen
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| Nothing could with it compare
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| She wore some red and yellow roses
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| And even diamonds in her hair
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| She didn’t have an eye for Joe
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| But the poor man didn’t know
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| He believed in his affair
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| Oh, he really fell in love with that travelling girl
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| He bought her a golden ring, a beautiful pearl
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| Just sittin' on a railroad station
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| Watching all the trains go by
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| He won’t be able just to give it her because
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| She’s riding on a train
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| She wore some red and yellow roses
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| And even diamonds in her hair
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| She had the beauty of a queen
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| Loveliness you’ve never seen
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| Nothing could with it compare
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| She wore some red and yellow roses
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| And even diamonds in her hair
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| She didn’t have an eye for Joe
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| But the poor man didn’t know
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| He believed in his affair |