| Last train, before they shut it down
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| It’s the last line going that way
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| Last chance headin' out of town
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| I thought I heard the driver say
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| Packed my bags and all my things
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| And left them all behind
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| Red light flashing across that river bridge
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| And I’m headin' down to Caroline
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| Far away from my everyday
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| ‘Til every day ran dry
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| Never stopped to look behind me
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| Or turned to say goodbye
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| So tell the ones I love this trains runnin' late
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| And there ain’t no end of the line
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| The hardest part of heaven is makin' it wait
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| But the old 97's gonna make it this time
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| Everything was made to break
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| And the wheels are made of glass
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| I can hear ‘em groan and feel ‘em shakin'
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| Neath the weight of all our past
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| Close my eyes and feel the wind
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| Lean back and let her roll
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| And then that 97 hits 110
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| You can feel it in your soul
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| Last train, before they shut it down
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| It’s the last line going that way
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| Last chance headin' out of town
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| I thought I heard the driver say |