| My Daddy was a rounder
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| Had to make himself some change
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| Climbed down off the mountain
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| Shaved his head and caught a train
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| But I keep my skillet greasy
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| Keep my lamp trimmed 'n' low
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| My weary feet, these floors I walk
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| But why I’ll never know
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| And I hear echoes of his heart
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| Beating back from distant lands
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| And I hear the lonesome whistle
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| Of that train that stole my man
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| And I cuddle to my child
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| Teach him to bear the shame
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| To take the blows
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| The tos and fros that
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| Earn an honest name
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| But money’s running low, you know?
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| No friends to help me through
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| Just one last thing I can sell
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| And that will have to do
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| But I feel hunger in my sunken cheeks
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| In the tremble of my hand
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| And I feel the rumblin' of the wheels
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| Of that train that stole my man
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| My mind just takes to ramblin'
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| As the day goes walkin' west
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| And madness comes a-crawlin'
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| Through that hole inside my breast
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| And sorrow sings the simple song
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| That screams the whole night through
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| A melody of him and me
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| That never rang so true
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| And I see dark clouds on the rise
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| And I see midgets in the sand
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| They paint my sight with visions
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| Of the train that stole my man
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| And I dreamt I found his crossroads
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| In the land of sticks and stones
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| Where the petty worries of the heart
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| Are worries so unknown
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| He took me in his arms, you know
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| And tied me to his side
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| Caught that first wind off the hills
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| And further we did ride
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| Well I felt his touch upon my breast
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| That unforgiving hand
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| But when I woke, could smell the smoke
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| Of that train that stole my man
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| Now the wind runs through my skin
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| And the rain runs through my eyes
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| Can’t find no ground to hold my feet
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| Lord knows how hard I tries!
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| For come the dawn, I’ll clean my teeth
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| And powder up my chest
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| Take off this faded apron, babe
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| And put on my Sunday best
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| To bind the strings to fix my heart
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| I’m gonna look to holy lands
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| And lay my back down on the track
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| Of that train that stole my man |