| Rolling down the track again
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| Signals curling on an open plain
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| See the sky, about to rain
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| Some are bound for happiness
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| Some are bound for glory
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| Some are bound to live with less
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| Who can tell your story
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| See the sky about to rain
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| Locomotive pull the train
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| Whistle blowin through my brain
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| Signals curling on an open plain
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| Rolling down the track again
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| See the sky, about to rain
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| I was down in Dixie land
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| Played a silver fiddle
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| Played it loud and then the man
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| Broke it down the middle
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| See the sky about to rain |