(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison)
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He ran hard, he ran fast
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A fallen angel on a weekend pass
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Never looked forward, never looked back
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A blaze of glory down a one way track
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I hear the whistle
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I hear the rumble
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And at two a.m. outside my door
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Must be your memory
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Rattlin' the shutters
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That train don't run by here no more
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Oh yeah, we were rollin' in the wild, wild days
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He kept on going and I changed my ways
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Now I'm a good girl, I do what's right
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Still sometimes in the middle of the night
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I hear the whistle
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I hear the rumble
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And at two a.m. outside my door
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Must be your memory
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Rattlin' the shutters
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That train don't run by here no more
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I lie and listen to the last boxcar
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Sweet dreams baby, wherever you are
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Wherever you are
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Yeah, I hear the whistle
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I hear the rumble
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And at two a.m. outside my door
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Must be your memory
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Rattlin' the shutters
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That train don't run by here no more
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No more
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No more
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That train don't run
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That train don't run by here no more
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That Train Don't Run
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| Matraca Berg |
