| Oh, listen to the train coming down the line
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| Trying to make up all their lost time
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| From Buffalo to Washington
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| You can wash my jumper starch my overalls
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| Catch a train they call the Cannonball
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| From Buffalo to Washington
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| My baby’s left me, she even took my shoes
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| Enough to give a man these dog gone worried blues
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| She’s gone, she’s solid gone
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| Yonder comes the train, coming down the track
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| Carry me away but it ain’t going to carry me back
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| My honey babe, my blue eyed babe
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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 |