| The silver rails have lost their shine
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| They’re just a victim of our time
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| They might as well rust in the rain
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| What good’s a track without a train?
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| Where have all the hobos gone?
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| I never knew if they even had a home
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| So Lord, if you have turned your back
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| You might as well take up the track
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| I’d love to hear a whistle whine
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| And just ride a boxcar one more time
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| So Lord, if you’re still on my side
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| You’ll send me one more train to ride
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| Where have all the hobos gone?
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| I never knew if they even had a home
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| So Lord, if you have turned your back
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| You might as well take up the track
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| So Lord if you’re still on my side
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| You’ll send me one more train to ride |