Well they come from miles around
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Just to listen to the sound
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On a train and getting close
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Caravan from coast to coast
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And she hears a little voice
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Gettin drunk and makin noise
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And the band has come to play
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Gone tomorrow, here today
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When the day comes to an end
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On the tracks up around the bend
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Today
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[Solo]
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People ask and you'll receive
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Just don't ask to ever leave
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'Cause this day comes once a year
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And today it seems so clear
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When the day comes to an end
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On the tracks up around the bend
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The tradition carries on
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As the train drives through the dawn
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Today
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Today
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Today
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Today
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Today
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Today
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Today
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| The Clarks |
