| You take your coat, I’m gonna carry your name
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| But papa I will meet you on that train
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| They put your name up in that hall of fame
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| Cause the kids come a runnin out across a great, Great Plain
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| You called me twice, you said baby you like nice
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| And then you asked to speak to Momma
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| You said I’ll bring my coat
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| You carry my name
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| Then baby, I will meet you on that train
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| It go mm-mm
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| Mm-mm
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| Mm-mm
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| Mm-mm
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| With a laugh like a wheat field in June
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| And a smile like a Sunday groom
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| You took that car over to that bar
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| But Dorothy know just where you been
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| She said you get your coat
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| I’ll sign your name
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| But Papa you better get back on that train
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| It’s a dusty bowl and it’s full of thieves
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| It’s a dusty bowl, and it’s all I need
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| When te wind come down on those prairie eaves
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| That’s where you’ll find me, I get down on my knees
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| One long note cross one long night
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| It’s a midnight solo, I’m a sing it all my life
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| In the pourin' rain, and the midnight fame
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| Well Papa I can see you on that train
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| It go mm-mm
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| Mm-mm
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| Mm-mm
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| Mm-mm |