| Wish I was riding the steam train, right out of the pages of time
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| Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties, to the fall of 1929
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| Back in heyday of railroads, before airplanes fluttered and flew
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| Color me in like a cartoon hobo doing what bums used to do
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| Songs from the great Jimmy Rogers
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| Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
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| This is a song of how things used to be
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| A script of a hobo cartoon
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| Show me hopping a freight train, somewhere south of the yard
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| Make it a Santa Fe boxcar, paint all rusty and hard
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| Sketch out an old hobo jungle, make it come alive on the page
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| Build an old shack, down on the track weathr it heavy with age
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| Songs from the grat Jimmy Rogers
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| Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
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| This is a song of how things used to be
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| And a script of a hobo cartoon
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| Sometimes things are great to remember, some are too good to forget
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| Things back then were so different, some things we think of them yet
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| Songs from the great Jimmy Rogers
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| Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon
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| This is a song of how things used to be
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| And a script of a hobo cartoon |