| Everytime I hear the sound of a train a comin' down that railroad track
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| I get that faraway look in my eyes
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| And I’d like to throw my hammer down and take off to some distand town
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| And not even take the time to say goodbye.
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| I’ve got to think about my babies about my job and my old lady
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| And how much she’d miss me if I’s gone
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| And I love them more than anything but I got this feeling near by trains
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| And some other wish I’s on that train and gone.
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| That train keeps a rolling down the track
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| Bringing my old mem’ries back
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| Making hobo blood ball in my veins
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| Reviving my old love affair with trains.
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| The nights ain’t never long enough my wife keeps sayin' you get up
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| For you’ll be late to work and miss your ride
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| I grab my dinner bucket up and jump on the back of your pickup truck
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| And I wonder if I’ll jump that train tonight.
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| And it wasn’t long ago that I was free to jump that train and ride
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| But I gave it up to be a family man
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| And I don’t suppose I’ll ever go but when I hear that whistle blow
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| I think of my old love affair again.
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| That train keeps a rolling down the track
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| Bringing my old mem’ries back
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| Making hobo blood ball in my veins
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| Reviving my old love affair with trains.
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| That train keeps a rolling down the track
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| Bringing my old mem’ries back
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| Making hobo blood ball in my veins
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| Reviving my old love affair with trains… |