| Life is like a mountain railroad
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| With an engineer that’s brave
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| We must make the run successful
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| Watch the curves that fills the tunnels
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| Never falter never quail
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| Keep your hand upon the throttle
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| And your eye upon the rail
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| Blessed Savior Thou wilt guide us
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| Till we reach that blissful shore
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| Where the angels wait to join us
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| In God’s praise forevermore
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| As you roll across the trestle
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| Spanning Jordan’s swelling tide
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| You behold the Union Depot
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| Into which your train will glide
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| There’ll you meet the superintendent
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| God the father, God the son
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| With the hearty joyous plaudit
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| Weary pilgrim welcome home
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| Blessed Savior Thou wilt guide us
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| Till we reach that blissful shore
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| Where the angels wait to join us
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| In God’s praise forevermore |