| Gas station neon sign, orange and white
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| Winks an eye and it whispers 'Goodnight'
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| Drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright
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| Half-pint of dewar’s white label still half full
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| The train lurches left, lurches right
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| Drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright
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| I left a New York
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| Of gas bills and cigarette burns
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| Wasted days of whiskey
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| And as the world turns
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| Train driver, hit the gas, shovel coal, move your ass
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| We’ve got a schedule to keep
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| Drunk on the train to Chicago, I fall asleep
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| And in my dreams, we’re careening drunk
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| Down the streets of my hometown
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| The man in the moon is on benzedrine
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| And everybody’s spinning round
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| Bells ring and lights flicker
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| Old girlfriends, good liquor
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| Hold my hand all through the night
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| Drunk on the train to Chicago
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| I feel alright
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| I feel alright |