| A long time down away on Eastside, Southside,
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| Los Angeles, Detroit, America, U.S.A.
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| Sittin' right about here watchin' high heels
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| And sneakers tread concrete platform headin' straight
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| For who knows where and why and how come
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| Clack, clack, clack
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| Goin' down the rails and comin' back
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| Train a-comin' goin'
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| Clack, clack, clack
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| Clack, clack, clack
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| I’m thinkin' in sick brain,
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| «Say man, where you goin' with all those stories
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| Wrapped up in suitcase and handbags and old rags?»
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| Says, «I can’t say, but the 12:40's got my name.»
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| Well it goes without sayin', everybody loves a train
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| Steel whistle blowin' a crazy sound
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| Jump on a car when she comes around
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| Steel whistle blowin' a crazy sound
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| Jump on a car when she comes around
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| Clack, clack, clack
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| Goin' down the rails and comin' back
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| Train a-comin' goin'
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| Clack, clack, clack
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| Clack, clack, clack
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| Just goes without saying that everybody loves a train
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| Go ahead and call us insane, but we all just love a train
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| Go ahead! |