| A long steel rail a short cross tie
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| I’m on my way back home
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| I’m on the train the king of them all
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| That Streamlined Cannonball
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| She moves along like a cannonball
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| Like a star in its heavenly flight
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| This lonesome sound of the whistle you love
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| As she travels through the night
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| Her headlight gleams out in the night
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| The firebox flash you see
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| The blinds I ride, the lights that I love
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| It’s home sweet home to me
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| She moves along like a cannonball
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| Like a star in its heavenly flight
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| This lonesome sound of the whistle you love
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| As she travels through the night
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| I can see the smile of the engineer
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| Although he’s old and gray
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| A contented heart he awaits a call
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| Of the Streamlined Cannonball
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| She moves along like a cannonball
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| Like a star in its heavenly flight
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| This lonesome sound of the whistle you love
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| As she travels through the night |