| Over high plains, through the snow
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| Roll those tracks out, don’t you know, I’m raising steam
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| Thin vein creeping, hot blood flow
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| Spill a little where the new towns grow
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| I got my whole life hanging in a sack
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| Heading out into that wide world wide
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| You got your locomotive sitting on your track
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| And I don’t care which way I ride
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| I may not be coming back
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| Left a lady with a heart
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| All in pieces come apart, raising steam
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| That engine up front
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| Must have a heart big enough for the both of us
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| Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye
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| Rocking on my heels out to the west
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| Funny how the whole world, historically
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| Feels the urge to chase the sun to rest
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| We may not be coming back
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| Let me be your engineer
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| Have you smiling ear to ear, raising steam
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| And will you tell me how it feels
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| When you’re up and rolling on your driving wheels?
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| I got my whole life hanging in a sack
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| Heading out into that wide world wide
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| I’ll be your locomotive blowing off its stack
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| And I don’t care which way I ride
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| I may not be coming back
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| Raising steam, raising steam
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| Raising steam, I’m raising steam
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| Raising steam, raising steam
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| Raising steam, raising steam |