| I lost a pretty penny on my daddy’s farm
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| To the railroad tracks that ran between the back porch and the barn
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| Every time that locomotive would start to shake the ground
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| I’d beat it to the backyard and I’d lay my Lincoln down
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| I’d signal to the engineer, he’d always let her blow
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| I’d count the cars, one by one, wishin' I could go
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| Train train choo-choo train
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| Heard that oooh oooh oooooohhhhhh
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| And I’ve never been the same
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| Train train choo-choo train
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| There’s still a little rambling round running through my veins
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| From the Blue Ridge Smoky Mountains on L&N's old rails
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| To the Kansas City Southern sleepin' with the mail
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| I cut steel through Pennsylvania on the P&LE too
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| Saw the Colorado River from a Rio Grande caboose
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| Now every time that iron horse is comin' 'round the bend
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| I hear that lonesome sound oh Lord, and there I go again |