| For weary weeks I waited
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| And hoping for the best
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| But blues will make me ramble
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| And the rails are leading west
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| I’m feeling oh, so lonesome
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| Pleasure I can’t find
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| I’m leaving you mean mama
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| Just to worry you off of my mind
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| That old kindly whistle
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| Just fall in line and smile
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| Mean, my mama haunts me
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| And I crave the peace of mind
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| I’m feeling kind of square
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| I’ve been from several places
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| And I’m going to be from here
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| Seems there’s something missing
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| There’s feelings in my breath
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| I crave to cover distance
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| So mean mama give me wreath
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| I hear the rails a singing
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| The sky is clear and blue
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| I’m going to leave you mama
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| When the train comes rolling through
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| No money in my pocket
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| I’m roving around so flat
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| And soon I’ll be strolling
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| Down that railroad track
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| And when I’m miles away
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| Riding all the while
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| I think of you mean mama
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| I think of you and smile |