| There’s a morning train
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| Headed for New Orleans
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| Carrying bussiness men and week day shoppers
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| I have sixteen bucks and a dollar in change
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| That’s not bad price for a one way ride
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| On a morning train
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| I give you my devotion
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| You left me heartsick
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| Oh, you couldn’t had hurt me more
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| Not workin' with a night stick
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| Now I’m tired of sharin' this bed of nails
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| So come first light I’m gonna be right
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| With the mornin' train
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| So goodbye lover, I’m goin' undercover
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| Crescent City’s gonna swallow me
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| Gonna skip my ring 'cross the Mississippi River
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| When it sinks I won’t' feel a thing
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| When it sinks I won’t feel a thing
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| I’m gonna be stayin'
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| With a short time acquaintance
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| When I met him he was playin'
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| On the Gulf Breeze Circuit
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| He didn’t play no hit songs or TV themes
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| He’s a guitar man just a hired hand
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| From a local band
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| The whistles blowin' clear and loud
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| When I hit the station
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| I’ll take a taxi to the corner
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| I’m gonna meet him by a street car
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| Name of what-cha-ma-call-it
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| My imagination
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| Won’t let us miss a thing
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| Life’s gonna be fine when I leave him behind
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| On a mornin' train |