| Four score and thirty dirty socks ago
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| I stepped off the train in ol' Mexico
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| And all I had on me when I stepped off that train were the blues
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| Now I got a guitar all tattooed with decals
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| Little black book with the names of some sweet gals
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| Who loved me to sleep by the light of that Mexico moon
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| But leavin' ain’t in your feet, it’s in your veins
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| If you ain’t got it in your blood, you’ll never catch a train
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| Or feel the pain that comes from leavin'
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| A shaky ol' train just a-crossin' the border
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| And here I sit, singin' a song to the porter
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| 'Bout a blue-eyed gal that I loved back in Carolin' (Carolin')
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| So Josie, if you happen to be lookin' out your window
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| You might see me comin' up the road and who knows
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| If you want me to, I’ll stay a little longer this time
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| But leavin' ain’t in your feet, it’s in your veins
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| If you ain’t got it in your blood, you’ll never catch a train
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| Or feel the pain that comes from leavin'
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| Ain’t in your feet, it’s in your veins
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| If you ain’t got it in your blood, you’ll never catch a train
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| Or feel the pain that comes from leavin'
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| Ain’t in your feet, it’s in your veins
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| If you ain’t got it in your blood, you’ll never catch a train |