| Oh, listen to the train coming down the line
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| Trying to make up all of her lost time
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| From Buffalo to Washington
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| You can wash my jumper, starch my over-haul
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| Catch the train they call the Cannonball
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| From Buffalo to Washington
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| Yonder comes the train coming down the track
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| Carry me away but ain’t it going to carry me back
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| My Honey Babe, my blue eyed Babe
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| My baby’s left me, she even took my shoes
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| Enough to give a man these doggone worried blues
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| She’s gone. |
| She’s solid gone
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| I’m going up North. |
| I’m going up North this fall
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| If luck don’t change I won’t be back at all
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| My Honey Babe, I’m leaving you |