| When the midnight special is long over due
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| I’ll be waiting at the station, little girl for you
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| And when my hammer is just a little too heavy
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| I still keep working, girl, for you
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| You make a dictionary seem ordinary
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| 'Cause words won’t tell us how I feel about you
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| And when my shovel starts to giving me trouble
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| I’ll still be diggin', little girl, for you
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| And when I’m down that creek and without my paddle
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| I swim the river, girl, for you
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| And when the midnight special is long overdue
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| I’ll be waiting at the station, little girl
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| You make a dictionary seem plain ordinary
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| 'Cause words won’t tell us how I feel about you
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| And when my shovel starts to giving me trouble
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| I’ll still be diggin', yes I would for you |