| Hey, to hear that old train blow
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| Makes me feel like I want to ride some too
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train I’m on
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| And they won’t know what route I’ve gone
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| I asked the brakeman to let me ride the blinds
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| He says, 'I don’t care Brownie this train ain’t mine'
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train I’m on
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| And they won’t know what route I’m gone
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| Freight train, freight train going so fast
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| Freight train, freight train going so fast
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train I’m on
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| They won’t know what route I’ve gone
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| Was a mean old farmer and a cruel old engineer
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| Low down conductor wave that train from here
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train we’re on
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| They won’t know what route I’m gone
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| There’s a long gold rail and a short crossed town
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| Ride the roach till the day I die
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train I’m on
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| And they won’t know what route I’ve gone
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| When I die don’t bury me deep
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| Just at the foot of old Chestnut Street
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| So I can hear that old number nine
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| As it rolls on down the line
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| Freight train, freight train blows ooh, ooh, hoo
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| Makes me feel like I want to ride some too
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train I’m on
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| And they won’t know what route I’m gone
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train I’m on
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| And they won’t know what route I’m gone
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train we’re on
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| And they won’t know what route we gone
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| Just don’t tell 'em what train we’re on
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| And they won’t know what route we gone |