| They park the old coal cars on the inside track
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| Leave them there for awhile
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| And in the spring coriander grows
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| I walk the railroad ties to a secret place
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| Wait it out by the fire
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| And in the moonlit sky she glows
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| She’s pulling into town
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| But she’s leaving soon heading into the night
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| Whistle blows everybody knows
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| She’s on the move again
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| She’s climbing high I think I’m gonna try
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| To catch a ride on the Midnight Rose
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| They junk the rusting cars in the salvage yard
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| Leave them there for awhile
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| And in the summer the river slows
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| I drive the old dirt road to a secret place
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| Sleep it off through the night
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| But in the morning the blood still shows
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| They put the broken men on the edge of town
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| Leave them there for awhile
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| And in the winter a cold wind blows
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| I dig the last few feet the secret place
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| Leaving here tonight
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| And in the morning they’ll all know
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| She’s pulling into town
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| But she’s leaving soon heading into the night
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| Whistle blows everybody knows
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| She’s on the move again
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| She’s climbing high I think I’m gonna try |
| To catch a ride on the Midnight Rose
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| Catch a ride on the Midnight Rose |