| Hundred lists of reasons I keep 'round
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| Why I never had a family
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| Why I couldn’t settle down
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| Why I’d sooner in the mirror see a hobo lookin' low
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| But the reasons now escape me as I walk the iron road
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| Like a lot of kids I left my boyhood home
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| Worked a little on the railroad, Worked a little travelin' on
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| Til the closest that I ever got to an address or a phone
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| Was the day I spent my last two bits on a one page letter home
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| At 21 my arches lay down flat
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| 22 I started takin' loans
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| But if the train will come I’ll wipe the box car dirt from off my bones
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| And I’ll curse the wheels that roll me, roll me down that iron road
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| Iron road, iron road, you’ll never give up the gold
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| I spent 24 hours today lookin' back and feelin' low
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| 24 hours of lookin' back can kill you, I’ve been told
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| At 60 my dad left that boyhood town
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| Within a year our mother followed him to higher ground
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| And I’ll be next to join 'em soon as I see that engine roll
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| Gonna lay my head on the railroad bed and leave that iron road (2x)
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| (Repeat v.3) |