| I’m walkin' all around lookin' up and down this railroad
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| I’m walkin' all around lookin' up and down this train
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| All I gotta see is a place for me to grab a hold of
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| And I’ll be on this train and I won’t be back again
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| I’m over qualified for any other ride I can think of
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| I got a PhD in Sun and Wind and Rain
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| I had a reservation 'bout every occupation
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| I was ever on the brink of
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| 'Til the day my heart got given to the rhythm of the train
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| Station to station, coast to coast
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| Not that much of anything in mind
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| No expectations, way less than most
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| But I wanted to see Winslow one more time
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| I’m walkin' all around, lookin' up and down this railroad
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| I’m walkin' all around, lookin' up and down this town
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| I’ll bid adeau to the precious few I knew here
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| And I’ll be on my way and I won’t be back around
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| My mother married an oxygenarian ladies man
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| He’d take her dancing with a tank of oxygen
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| The ladies kept him goin'
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| He’d recite for them his favorite koan
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| He specialized in Western Swing and Zen
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| Station to station, coast to coast
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| Not that much of anything in mind
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| No expectations, way less than most
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| As long as I got oxygen and wine
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| I keep on hearing 'bout the disappearing ozone layer
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| I keep on hearing 'bout the disappearing Greenland Shelf
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| I keep hearing all about the disappearing middle class
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| I figure I’ll be doing some disappearing myself |