| In the heat of the day, down in Mobile, Alabama
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| Workin' on the railroad with a steel-drivin' hammer
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| Tryin' to get some money, get some brand new shoes
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| Tryin to find a lady, chase away my blues
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| Hot and wasted, Lord, sweatin' in the sun
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| 'till my work is all done
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| Later in the evening, when the sun is sinking low
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| I’ll be out there waitin' for the whistle to blow
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| Sittin' in the teepee, smokin' out on the track
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| Drivin' in a Chevy 'til my foreman get back
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| Suddenly, I hear the breakman up and shout
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| There’s a non-stop train comin' two miles out
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| Everybody jumpin' and a screaming around
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| Tryin to get the line an' get the teepee down
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| Railroad owner’s 'bout to go insane
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| Tryin' to get the workers out the way of the train
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| Here come the engineer honk his horn
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| He got a train you got to let it roll on
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| Let it rock
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| All night long |