| I was born in Dixie in a boomer’s shack
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| In a little shanty by a railroad track
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| The hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby
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| And a freight train whistle helped me how to cry
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| I’ve got the freight train blues, lordy, lordy, lordy
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| Got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes, oh-oh
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| When the whistle blows, I’ve gotta go
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| Lordy, lordy, I think I’m never gonna lose the freight train blues
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| My daddy is a fireman and my mama dear
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| Well, she’s the only daughter of an engineer
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| My sweetie is a brakeman, man, and it sure ain’t no joke
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| Cause it knows just exactly how that keeps me broke
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| I’ve got the freight train blues, lordy, lordy, lordy
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| Got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes, oh-oh
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| When the whistle blows, I’ve gotta go
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| Lordy, lordy, I think I’m never gonna lose the freight train blues
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| I love the sweetest little girl in this whole town
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| She’s the only thing that’s made me settle down
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| The only thing that makes me want to marry again
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| Is the wildcat whistle on our found place
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| I’ve got the freight train blues, lordy, lordy, lordy
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| Got 'em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes, oh-oh
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| When the whistle blows, I’ve gotta go
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| Lordy, lordy, I think I’m never gonna lose the freight train blues |