(Joe Ely)
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I came into Atlanta
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Dreamin' of Lorraine
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Came so tired of ridin'
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Cross the Savanna Plain
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Still feel the wheels a-rollin'
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Feel them just the same
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Steel wheels still a-rollin'
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On a long night train.
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She met me at the station
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Took me to her room
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Was a time of meeting
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Was a risin' moon.
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Angels set the table
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With candles and beer.
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Heard that midnight train moan
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Miles away from here.
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Instrumental Chorus
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Lay me down a pallet,
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Lay it soft and low.
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Lorraine lay beside me,
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Sad I had to go.
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Gypsy boy I traveled with
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Played his old guitar.
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We watched that candle flicker
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Like some low morning star
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But the time to part must always come
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Time the bells must ring.
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Time for lovers to say goodnight
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I'll see you in my dreams.
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Time to part must always come
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Time when trade-winds sing.
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Time to hit the road again
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Time for travelin'.
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Time For Travelin'
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| Ely Joe |
