| Last night awaken from a dream
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| With the headlights blazing from a train
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| And the old man leaning on the throttle
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| And the brakeman passing round the bottle
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| That full moon dancing through the trees
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| That 707 was starting to breeze it said
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| So I turned around tried to get back asleep
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| When my ceiling started to creak
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| And the plaster started to crumble
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| And the dishes started to tumble
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| I hit the floor, I headed for the door
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| That 707 was starting to roar it said
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| So next thing you know I was in the caboose
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| I was rolling dice, drinking booze
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| When my old man blew in like a hurricane
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| Lord have mercy who’s driving this train
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| Last night could’ve sworn I was sleeping
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| When I woke up there was mud on my feet
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| And my head was pounding like a driving wheel
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| And I felt things, never thought I’d feel
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| So I pulled back the curtain, took the plants
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| That 707 was starting to dance it said
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| So next thing you know I was in the caboose
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| I was rolling dice, drinking juice
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| When my old man blew in like a hurricane
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| Lord have mercy who’s driving this train
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| Last night awakened from a dream
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| With the headlights blazing from a train
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| And my old man leaning on the throttle
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| And the brakeman passing round the bottle
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| That full moon dancing through the trees
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| That 707 was starting to breeze it said |