| I worked for the union and on my very first communion, you know
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| It never ever, ever, ever worked out right
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| So I spent the night sleepin' on the railway
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| I worked for the foundry and man my mind it nearly drowned
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| It never, it could never work out right
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| So I said «So long, amigo. |
| Good night» and slept on the railway
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| The railway, there’s no better way, ooh the railway
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| And it’s nice to talk to you today
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| I worked for the miller, a very, very nice type of fell-a
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| But I could see that it was never gonna work out right
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| So I split and spent the night sleeping on the railway
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| I worked in the subway arc, oh yeah, yeah
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| You know it never, no no never, no never no, ever no, worked out right
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| So I said «So long» and spent the night on the railway
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| The railway, give me a bottle of whiskey, ooh the railway
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| Ooh, there’s nothin' like the railway
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| And I’d like to thank someone for mascara and good things that I done
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| And for the time ya spent and the friendship begun
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| And most of all starry nights on the railway
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| Ooh, I don’t know no better way
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| Than just, ooh, lyin' back an' drifting away
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| I can hear it, I can hear it |