| Fare thee well old friends
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| Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road
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| Oh but bet your stars
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| One day we’ll return
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| For revival, sin and soul
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| Well the color of road
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| Is as black as the coal
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| The oldtimers burnt into ash
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| And the lines laid in gold
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| Lead us all the way home
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| We follow them as hours pass
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| While the diesel engine’s humming like the rain
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| All while the rubber tires are burning up to sing,
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| Fare thee well old friends
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| Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road
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| Oh but bet your stars
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| One day we’ll return
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| For revival, sin and soul
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| Heading down, heading south
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| Come south we head north
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| To the west where the west never won
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| Chasing lonesome whistle bells
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| And iron to falling suns
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| While the diesel engine’s burning like a train
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| In that old familiar Norfolk southern way
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| Fare thee well old friends
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| Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road
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| Oh but bet your stars
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| One day we’ll return
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| For revival, sin and soul
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| For revival, sin and soul
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| So long…
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| Fare thee well old friends
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| Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road
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| Oh but bet your stars
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| One day we’ll return
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| For revival, sin and soul
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| For revival, sin and soul |