| I’m headin' out on the rails
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| That’s been carryin' the mail
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| That’s been tellin' your troubles to me.
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| You told me a lie
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| For ev’ry cross-tie
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| From Frisco to old Tennessee.
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| Nobody knew your little game;
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| Ev’rybody gave me the blame.
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| In the smoke and the fog
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| Of this old switchyard
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| And that dreary whistle’s farewell.
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| Bid the folks goodbye, told 'em not to cry,
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| I’d only be gone for a spell.
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| I’m playin' in this game to win,
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| And when I find you I’m movin' in.
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| Tried to make me believe
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| I was the one that deceived,
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| That I drove you to the things you’d done.
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| Said you loved me in vain
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| And our old love train
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| Had made it’s final run.
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| And in your letter you said
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| You were gonna be wed.
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| Your little joke was fine
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| But that old bunch-a line
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| Didn’t register with me.
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| So you’d better get loose
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| From your other caboose
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| And meet this old S. P.
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| I’m speedin' in tonight,
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| You’d better treat your daddy right.
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| Better get on the ball,
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| I’m not aimin' to stall,
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| And those ramblers are runnin' on time.
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| So tell your new date
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| That he’d better vacate,
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| Get out on the old main line.
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| I took it with a grin, but, baby,
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| Now I’m movin' in.
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| That big, loud bell
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| Is ringin' to tell
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| That the station is comin' in sight.
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| As the cure we’re roundin'
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| My heart is poundin'
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| With the thought of seein' you tonight.
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| It’s been so dog-gone long,
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| You know you’ve done your daddy wrong.
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| In the noise of the crowd
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| I hear you callin' aloud,
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| Standin' in the station door.
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| You set a two-timin' pace,
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| But I’ve won the race,
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| And you can’t go roamin' no more.
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| Your little story was away too thin, baby,
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| Now I’m movin' in. |