| Marty: Right here, oh, ooh, oh, look yonder comin',
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| Tater: Where, where you comin' from
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| Marty: Right over there boys, comin' down the railroad track
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| I said look-a-yonder comin', comin' down the railroad track
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| It’s the Orange Blossom Special, bringin' my baby back
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| I’m goin' down to Florida, gonna get some sand in my shoes
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| Or maybe California, gotta lose there New York blues
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| Ride the Orange Blossom Special, now, lose these New York blues
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| Marty: One more time. |
| This song is about a train, ya know, the Old Orange
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| Blossom Special that used to run from Florida, up the East Coast.
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| And around the East Coast in Virginia, Tater had a little hound dog one time
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| that played a little bit too close to the train track. |
| And his luck ran out and
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| the train got the hound dog by the tail. |
| Cut his tail off. |
| So Tater,
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| tell 'em a little bit more about your hound dog. |
| A-show 'em how he went,
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| alright.
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| Tater: Well like you said Marty, he just got to playin' around a little bit to
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| close to the railroad tracks. |
| Cut about three inches of his tail off.
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| Boy it did hurt. |
| Though I don’t know how it would feel, but I’m sure it would
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| hurt. |
| He squalled out somethin' like this, he was just a little hound dog right
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| … really hurt him bad, he turned around about three flips and took off up
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| towards the house, up through the field there, every step he was takin' he was
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| a yakin' somethin' like this right here … |