C. Mead, S. Wilson, B. Colladay
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Lightning struck at midnight with the thunder and the rain
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My sleep was interrupted by the rhythm of a train
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I asked of the conductor where this ol' train was bound
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He punched my ticket then he whispered "Memphis town"
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But there ain't no train to Memphis anymore
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You've got to take the highway when you go
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Them rusty tracks from Nashville lay beside that stretch of road
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But there ain't no train to Memphis any more
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Well I pinched myself and crossed my heart to see if it was real
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Or was I just imagining the grinding of the wheels
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I swore I heard that whistle and the clickity clack
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As I rode that phantom streamline on a west bound track
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Because there ain't no train
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Well we cruised into the delta like we woke up from a dream
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I felt a bit confused cause I was blinded by the steam
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I said "I come from Nashville and I just got off the train"
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And that driver looked at me as if he thought I was insane
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Because there ain't no train
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No Train To Memphis
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