They grew up in the shadow of the armory
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Land of freedom right out their back door
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Brothers near the middle of the century
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One of them had to go and fight the war
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Somebody had to go and fight the war
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And the train goes...
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So he left upon the rails toward Ohiopyle
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Youghiogheny flows around the bend
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He told his mother someday he'd be coming home
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The medals shine and the stars never end
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But nobody counts on scars that never mend
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And the train goes...
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Cast iron wheels go hungry in the fields
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Searching for that silver line a long, long way to go
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Cast iron hearts go hungry for spare parts
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Searching for a hand to hold on late night radio
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He flew missions out of London into Germany
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In letters she read once then locked away
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With a picture of him smiling at the armory
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The colors in that flag all washed away
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It's just black and white and a hundred shades of gray
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And the train goes...
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That's the way it goes
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Train
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| The Clarks |
