| Nineteen and sixteen I started to roam
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| Out in the West, no money, no home
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| I went drifting along with the tide
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| I landed on the Great Divide
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| Railroading on the Great Divide
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| Nothing around me but Rockies and sky
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| There you’ll find me as years go by
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| Railroading on the Great Divide
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| A skinny old-timer from old Cheyenne
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| Railroading Wyoming, the best in the land
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| The long steel rail, that short cross-tie
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| I laid across the Great Divide
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| Railroading on the Great Divide
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| Nothing around me but Rockies and sky
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| There you’ll find me as years go by
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| Railroading on the Great Divide
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| As I look down across the breeze
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| Number Three coming, the fastest on wheels
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| They roll on by, she glides with pride
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| And rolls across the Great Divide
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| Railroading on the Great Divide
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| Nothing around me but Rockies and sky
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| There you’ll find me as years go by
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| Railroading on the Great Divide |