| The black smokestack was barking
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| The steam made them pistons groan
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| And behind that screaming whistle
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| You could hear that engine moan
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| The train was reeling and rocking
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| The passengers were screaming with fear
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| For the train was being driven
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| By a crazy engineer
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| I’m driving this engine up to the moon
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| He laughed as the train sped on Then from the lips of the madman
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| Came a crazy railroad song
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| Then out from a blind crept hobo Bill
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| He was stealing a ride that day
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| I’ve rode the blinds on many a train
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| They ain’t ever travelled this way
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| He climbed over the bend into the engine cab
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| Those passengers’lives to save
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| Then, while he fought with the madman
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| His weary life he gave
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| Poor bill spoke in a whisper
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| This was all they could hear
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| I’ve rode my last railroad ride
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| With a crazy engineer |