| All around the water tanks
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| Waiting for a train
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| A thousand miles away from home
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| Sleeping in the rain.
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| I walked up to a brakeman
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| To give him a line of talk
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| He said if you’ve got money
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| I’ll see that you don’t walk.
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| I haven’t got a nickel
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| Not a penny can I show
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| Get off, get off, you railroad bum
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| And he slammed that boxcar door.
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| He put me off in Texas
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| The place I dearly love
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| The wide open spaces all around me
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| The moon and stars up above.
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| Nobody seemed to want me
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| Nor to lend me a helping hand
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| I’m on my way from Frisco
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| I’m going back to Dixie Land.
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| Though my pocketbook is empty
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| And my heart is full of pain
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| I’m a thousand miles away from home
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| Waitin' for a train.
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| Nobody seemed to want me
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| Nor to lend me a helping hand
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| I’m on my way from Frisco
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| I’m going back to Dixie Land.
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| Though my pocketbook is empty
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| And my heart is full of pain
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| I’m a thousand miles away from home
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| Waitin' for a train… |