| While riding on a train going west
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| I fell asleep for to take my rest
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| I dreamed a dream that made me sad
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| Concerning myself and the first few friends I had
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| With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
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| Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
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| Where we together weathered many a storm
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| Laughin and singin till the early hours of the morn
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| By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
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| Our words was told, our songs was sung
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| Where we longed for nothing and were satisfied
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| Jokin and talkin about the world outside
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| With hungry hearts through the heat and cold
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| We never much thought we could get very old
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| We thought we could sit forever in fun
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| And our chances really was a million to one
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| As easy it was to tell black from white
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| It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
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| And our choices, they were few so the thought never hit
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| That the one road we traveled would ever shatter or split
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| How many a year has passed and gone
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| Many a gamble has been lost and won
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| And many a road taken by many a first friend
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| And each one I’ve never seen again
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| I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
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| That we could sit simply in that room again
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| Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
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| And I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that |