The time, 11:33 on a Saturday, November, 1923
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I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me
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My name is Roy, a one-time choir boy
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Now I'm sixteen, man, and I'm nobody's toy
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I'm gonna take to the wind and get this town behind me
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(chorus)
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I'm jumpin' a train leavin' town
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Howling whistle sounds
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And I'm not looking back -- gonna tie my fate to a train track
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Got a whiskey bottle tied in a corn sack
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Hold on world, I'm coming, I'm hitching a ride on a north-bound train
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Am I alive? Won't somebody tell me
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The Mississippi waves, what's it trying to sell me?
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Mud in the banks, but no one gets thanks
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when it's tracked in through the doorway
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I am home grown, sewn into these britches
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But I'm not spending my life digging up ditches
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Like my Daddy did, and his Daddy did, and his Daddy before
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Jumpin' a Train
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| Ellis Paul |
