| I had a job, I had a girl
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| I had something going, mister, in this world
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| I got laid off down at the lumber yard
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| Our love went bad, times got hard
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| Now I work down at the carwash
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| Where all it ever does is rain
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| Don’t it feel like you’re a rider
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| On a downbound train?
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| She just said «Joe, I gotta go
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| «We had it once, we ain’t got it any more»
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| She packed her bags, left me behind
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| She bought a ticket on the Central Line
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| Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
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| I feel her kiss in the misty rain
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| And I feel like I’m a rider
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| On a downbound train
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| Last night I heard your voice
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| You were crying, crying, you were so alone
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| You said your love had never died
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| You were waiting for me at home
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| I put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
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| I ran 'til I thought my chest would explode
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| There in the clearing beyond the highway
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| In the moonlight our wedding house shone
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| I rushed through the yard
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| I burst through the front door
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| My head pounding hard
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| Up the stairs I climbed
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| The room was dark
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| Our bed was empty
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| Then I heard that long whistle whine
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| And I dropped to my knees
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| Hung my head and cried
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| Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
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| Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
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| Don’t it feel like you’re a rider
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| On a downbound train? |