| John and Lucky saw me off
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| The whistle called the times
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| Just six days out to the coast
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| Just six days behind
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| But I’ve seen every state since then
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| And where my boys have gone
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| Is known to God and four strong winds
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| And I’m here all alone
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| Now ten long years have somehow passed
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| Since I’ve seen my hometown
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| And times I’ve spent upon those streets
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| And faint familiar sounds
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| Still whisper gently in my ear
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| And play upon my eyes
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| And I’ll hold on to my memories
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| Till one by one they die
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| I can hear your passing trains
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| And I wonder what they see
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| And somewhere’s out my window
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| Are the places I might be
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| Now I’m chasing down those pretty little boys
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| They wander through my mind
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| Maybe they’ll remember me
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| When I work off my time
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| But I still belong to everyone
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| And if my sleep allows
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| Well then all those boys
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| Will dance tonight
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| With me and my old pals
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| But I’m running every single night
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| And every single days
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| Lord I’ve tried everything I know
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| To somehow find my way
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| Back to that one place in time
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| That fond memory endows
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| Me and my old pals |