| In the evening of the day, down in Mobile, Alabama
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| Working on the railroad with the steel-driving hammer
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| Gotta get some money, buy some brand new shoes
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| Gotta find somebody, got to lose these blues
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| «She don’t love me» hear me singing in the sun
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| She better leave me 'til my work is all done
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| In the evening of the day, when the sun is sinking low
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| All day, I been waiting for the whistle to blow
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| Sitting in a teepee built out on the track
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| Rolling bones 'til the foreman comes back
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| Pick up you belongings, boys, and scatter about
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| We’ve got an off-schedule train comin' two miles out
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| Everybody’s scrambling and running around
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| Picking up their money, take the teepee down
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| Foreman wants to panic, 'bout to go insane
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| Trying to get the workers out the way of the train
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| Engineer blowin' his whistle loud and long
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| He can’t stop the train, gotta let it roll on |