Ad Lib
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I was a little boy
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Back in West Virginia
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We lived very close to a railroad track
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And I remember I used to dream about them trains
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And where they might go
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And the people that worked on the trains
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And the train made music
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It made you feel good
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I can remember sometimes
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I could just stand off all by myself
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And just get funky list'nin' to the train
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And I used to pick up a handful of gravels
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And throw a¢æ?em down on the ground for ties
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Yeah and I'd make up songs
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I'd sing
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He was a railroad man
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He was a railroad man
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He was a railroad man
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a¢æ?Til he stepped in front of the railroad train.
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He rode across the plains
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He rode on a fruit freight train
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The hauled bananas to Savannah
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And wore bandannas made in Old Japan.
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He was a railroad man
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He was a railroad man
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He was a railroad man
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a¢æ?Til he stepped in front of the railroad train.
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He used to change his name
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To every place he came
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His name was Tex when he's in Texas
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And Bangor when he went to Maine.
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He was a railroad man
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He was a railroad man
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He was a railroad man
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a¢æ?Til he stepped in front of the railroad train.
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It's all right
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Say you know it's all right
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If you've ever been downtown
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You know what I'm talkin' a¢æ?bout
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Railroad Man
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| Bill Withers |
