| I hear a train whistle blowing
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| And it’s in key with my song
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| All the way on the wrong side of Reno
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| Where my toughest friends are from
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| Every broken bone and every blue black eye
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| In the stories of ass beatings that you’ve earned
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| You told me about how more than half were deserved, oh no
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| Something sank into that bleeding skull
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| A certain kind of wisdom and a humble soul
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| It keeps me searching no matter how many miles
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| Left until we get back home
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| You’ve been quite a traveling companion
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| I hate to see you go
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| Now the world we’re living in is Golden
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| Gilded with every lie we lived through
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| Back from the war early Christmas morning
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| Not even a ghost could keep him sober for you
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| Every broken bone and every blue black eye
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| In the stories of ass beatings that you returned
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| You told me about how more than half were deserved, oh no
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| Something sank into that bleeding skull
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| A certain kind of wisdom and a humble soul
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| It keeps me searching no matter how many miles
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| Left until we get back home
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| You’ve been quite a traveling companion
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| I hate to see you go |