| I was raised in Santa Fe
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| Reefer in little California town
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| Three door down from the railroad track
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| Where they set the old boxcar down.
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| Born the son of a railroad man
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| Who rode 'em until he died
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| I’d like to live like my daddy did
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| But there’s no more trains to ride.
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| No, no more trains to ride
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| No more trains to ride
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| I’d like to live like my daddy did
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| But there’s no more trains to ride.
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| I learned to be a guitar picker
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| Singing and strummin' long
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| Songs like Hobo Bill’s Last Ride
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| I love the good ramblin' song.
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| Bill was the son of a rambling man
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| Who rambled until he died
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| I’d like to live like Billy did
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| But there’s no more trains to ride,
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| No, no more trains to ride
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| No more trains to ride
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| I’d like to live like my daddy did
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| But there’s no more trains to ride… |