(Danni Leigh/Doug Swander)
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Standing on the westbound track with my hands in my pockets
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The wind blows against my back wishing me down the line
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Guess I've had enough of this empty feeling
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Finally gonna leave all this pain behind
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Haunted by a past of a lone gone lonely
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Bought a ticket, free at last, figure I'll take a ride
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Around here, I can't shake what seems to ail me
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I'll be somewhere else, come morning light
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Gonna take the last train to San Antone
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Give my troubled mind somewhere to go
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Want to get lost in that old city
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A stranger there may have some pity
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What's around the bend, I'll never know
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If I'm not on that train to San Antone
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Staring out across the night, I find hope through the darkness
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I feel a rumble, see a light, it looks about a mile away
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My anticipation of tomorrow
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Keeps my heart from hanging on to yesterday
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Gonna take the last train to San Antone
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Give my troubled mind somewhere to go
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Want to get lost in that old city
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A stranger there may have some pity
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What's around the bend, I'll never know
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If I'm not on that train to San Antone
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Gonna take the last train to San Antone
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Last Train To San Antone
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| Danni Leigh |
