| I pulled into Memphis thirteen minutes early first time in two weeks
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| That’s where she came to meet me
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| As I stepped down off four-fifty-one, I needed sleep
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| The baby’s over due I know, she need’s some things
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| But the more that we discuss it, it’s the same
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| Long train rollin', got a feelin' and I’m knowin'
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| She’s not waitin' for me
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| These rails keep gettin' longer, this feelin’s gettin' stronger
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| It won’t let me be
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| I love my woman fire and rain
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| But I won’t give up my train
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| The baby came in April while I was in Chicago in the pourin' rain
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| With twelve flat cars, six rusted tankers
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| three box cars and an empty sack of mail
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| And though I’ll be lonely, some nights I know
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| There’s just no other way to explain
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| Long train rollin', got a feelin' and I’m knowin'
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| She’s not waitin' for me
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| These rails keep gettin' longer, this feelin’s gettin' stronger
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| It won’t let me be
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| I love my woman fire and rain
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| But I won’t give up my train
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| Long train rollin', got a feelin' and I’m knowin'
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| She’s not waitin' for me
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| These rails keep gettin' longer, this feelin’s gettin' stronger
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| It won’t let me be
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| I love my woman fire and rain
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| But I won’t give up my train
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| I love my woman fire and rain
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| But I won’t give up my train |