| Underneath the rising sun
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| The long hard day had just begun
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| The sweat of a thousand years
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| Hammer on the rail
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| Hammer in that nail
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| So we sing the night train song
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| Then the days don’t seem so long
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| When you’re working for the railroad
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| Oh, the night train’s coming
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| Hear the whistle blowing
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| And the ground start moving
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| Hey, I’m on my way
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| I’m going home again
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| I’m going home again
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| Oh, the night train’s coming
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| Hear the whistle blowing
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| And the ground start moving
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| Oh, I’m on my way
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| I’m going home again
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| With the midday sun
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| Comes the urge to start to run
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| But they gone and strapped chains to you
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| There’s a burning in the brain
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| Freedom is its name
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| It’s the sweat of a thousand years
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| Hammer on the rail
|
| Hammer in that nail
|
| So you sing the night train song
|
| Then the days don’t seem so long
|
| Oh, the night train’s coming
|
| Hear the whistle blowing
|
| And the ground start moving
|
| Oh, I’m on my way
|
| I’m going home again
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| I’m going home again
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| Work, sweat, toil
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| When you’re working for the railroad
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| Work, sweat, toil
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| Oh, the night train’s coming
|
| Hear the whistle blowing
|
| And the ground start moving
|
| Oh, I’m on my way
|
| I’m going home again
|
| I’m going home again
|
| Oh, the night train’s coming
|
| Hear the whistle blowing
|
| And the ground start moving
|
| Oh, I’m on my way
|
| I’m going home again |