| It’s a long steel rail and a short cross tie
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| I’m on my way back home
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| I’m on that train, the king of them all
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| That Streamline Cannonball
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| She moves along like a cannonball
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| Like a star in it’s heavenly flight
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| The lonesome sound of the whistle you love
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| As she travels through the night
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| I can see a smile on the engineer’s face
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| And although he’s old and gray
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| A contented heart, he waits for his call
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| On the Streamline Cannonball
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| She moves along like a cannonball
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| Like a star in it’s heavenly flight
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| The lonesome sound of the whistle you love
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| As she travels through the night
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| The headlight beams out in the night
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| And the firebox flash you can see
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| I ride the blinds. |
| It’s the life that I love
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| Lord, it’s home sweet home to me
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| She moves along like a cannonball
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| Like a star in it’s heavenly flight
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| The lonesome sound of the whistle you love
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| As she travels through the night |