| At the station house one day
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| Was a lady old and gray
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| I could tell her heart was feelin' sad and low
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| With a teardrop in her eye
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| She was tryin' not to cry
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| I determined then her story I would know
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| I ventured a word
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| Then a sad, sad tale I heard
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| Of a mother who had lost her only child
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| Yes they’ve taken her away
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| These words I heard her say
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| And they’re travellin' on that Southern Dixie Flyer
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| She was only sweet sixteen
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| And the only joy I’ve seen
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| What God has given now he takes away
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| She’ll be taken home again
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| On that southbound railroad train
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| To be laid there with her daddy in the grave
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| I’ve no money of my own
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| I can’t even take her home
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| But I want to be there with my heart’s desire
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| But then she could say no more
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| As the echo drifted o’er
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| Was the whistle of that Southern Dixie Flyer
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| As the train pulled out of sight
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| And the day became as night
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| Was a scene to bring a tear to any eye
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| Just a lady all alone
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| Not a thing to call her own
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| But some memories from a better day gone by
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| I knew right away
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| There was nothin' I could say
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| To soothe her heart
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| Or dry those tear dimmed eyes
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| So I turned to walk away
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| From the lady old and gray
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| Whose heart was on that Southern Dixie Flyer
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| I’ve no money of my own
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| I can’t even take her home
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| But I want to be there with my heart’s desire
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| But then she could say no more
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| As the echo drifted o’er
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| Was the whistle of that Southern Dixie Flyer |