| Daddy’s been a railroad man
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| Since he was twenty-one
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| Two yers of Britty ship
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| Beakmen on the Denver run.
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| Thirty he made fireman
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| Thirty-five an engineer
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| Now at sixty-five
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| He’s reached the end of his career.
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| Daddy said he’s glad it’s over
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| But he ain’t foolin' me
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| Last night I overheard him singing
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| This sad old melody.
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| So long train whistle
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| So long hmm-hmm
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| This near generation
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| Has no need for you or I.
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| We both served the nation
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| Long before it learned to fly
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| Nothing last forever
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| Now it’s our turn to die.
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| Lord hear that whistle cry.
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| Daddy’s not the only one
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| The railroad lines are fired
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| And New York Central Limited
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| Long since been retired.
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| The Chief is gone from Santa Fe
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| The SP Lark as well
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| I’m soon to rest to leave the rails
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| Lord only time you tell.
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| I know that you can’t stop progress
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| New things happen every day
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| We gonna mourn that lonely whistle
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| If it finally fades away.
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| So long train whistle.
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| So long hmm-hmm
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| This near generation
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| Has no need for you or I.
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| Mhm mhm hear that whistle cry, mhm mhm… |