| The whistle is blowing, and the train is going
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| Just what’s gonna happen next, well, I’m not one to say
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| I’m sitting here yearning while those wheels keep turning
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| «I'll be gone by tonight,» she told me today
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| And next door to the cornstalk, by the side of this sheet rock
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| I will wait for the morning like a dog in the moon
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| Blow, blow on
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| Blow, blow on
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| Oh the minutes go slow now, and I hope it don’t snow now
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| ‘cause it’s quiet and still and that train’s out of sight
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| All we need is a fat storm to blow by the platform
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| Oh dear me, that woman, that woman’s always right
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| Blow, blow on
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| Blow, blow on
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| Blow, blow on
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| Blow, blow on
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| The whistle is blowing, and the train is going
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| Just what’s gonna happen next, well, I’m not the one to say |