| When Jenny was a little girl, she only dreamed of trains
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| She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
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| Jenny counted boxcars instead of counting sheep
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| She could go anywhere when she went to sleep
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| All she ever talked about was getting on to ride
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| She was living in another time you could see it in her eyes
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| And every day after school she’d head down to the track
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| Waiting for the train that was never coming back
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| Jenny dreamed of trains
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| When the nighttime came
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| Nobody knew how she made it come true
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| Jenny dreamed of trains
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| The depot’s been boarded up, the rails have turned to rust
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| There hasn’t been a train through here since the mill went bust
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| No one believed her when she said she heard the train
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| Said she was just a little girl acting kind of strange
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| Jenny dreamed of trains
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| When the nighttime came
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| Nobody knew how she made it come true
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| Jenny dreamed of trains
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| Jenny laid a penny on the track one day
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| In God we trust she walked away
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| The very next morning all she could find
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| Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dime
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| Jenny dreamed of trains
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| When the nighttime came
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| Nobody knew how she made it come true
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| Jenny dreamed of trains
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| Nobody knew how she made it come true
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| Jenny dreamed of trains
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| Words and Music by Vince Gill and Guy Clark |