| Now I’ve been an engine driver all of my days
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| That’s the only thing I can do
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| I hold a good head of steam everywhere that I’m seen
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| Wherever my wheels rolled through
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| Wherever my wheels rolled through
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| Well, I was nearly shut down in a Midwest town
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| Her hair was red, her eyes were blue
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| But the wheels on the track kept calling me back
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| So I bid that girl adieu
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| Yes, I bid that girl adieu
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| Blow whistle, steel wheels keep on humming
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| Hold on darling your engine driver’s coming
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| He’s coming through
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| Some day I’ll have to give up the iron line
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| And then I’ll know just what I will find
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| I’ll find me some shack by some old railroad track
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| So I can hear them motors whine
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| So I can hear them motors whine
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| Blow whistle, hear them steel rails humming
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| Hold on darling your engineer is coming
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| He’s coming through
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| Now I’ve been an engine driver all of my days
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| That’s the only thing I can do
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| I hold a good head of steam anywhere that I’m seen
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| Anywhere my trains rolled through
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| Anywhere my trains rolled through
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| Blow whistle, hear that steel rail humming
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| Hold on girl your engine driver’s coming
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| Coming to you |