| Well the first thing I remember
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| Was the smell of burnin' cinders
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| And the sound of that old whistle on the wind
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| I always wondered where the train was goin'
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| But I never cared at all where it had been
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| Yeah, the first chance I got I was gone like a shot
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| Followin that old dream of mine
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| My only desire was to, catch that flyer
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| And ride it to the end of the line
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| My life is like a Dixie Flyer
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| She don’t ever look back
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| So pour on the coal
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| Let the good times roll
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| Till the train runs out of track
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Full speed ahead, no I ain’t stoppin' yet
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| I feel that drivin' wheel down in my soul
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| I been some places where the train don’t stop
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| Some places where the train don’t even go
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| Yeah, some are satisfied just to sit on the side
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| And watch as the trains roll by
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| That ain’t me, there’s too much to see
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| Gonna roll until the day that I die
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| My life is like a Dixie Flyer
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| She don’t ever look back
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| So pour on the coal
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| Let the good times roll
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| Till the train runs out of track
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| Till the train runs out of track
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| Yeah, Till the train runs out of track.
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| --- Long Instrumental to fade --- |