I am just an Indian and once this was my land
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Now it's been taking from me by the coming of a white man
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And the anger makes my blood run hot and heavy in my veins
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Everytime I think about the coming of the trains.
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The day was hot and dusty in the year of '69
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As we heard the whistle blowing somewhere down the line
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That was the year I rode with Frank and Jesse James
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As we waited for the coming and the going of the trains.
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The drought hit west Texas the ground was cracked and dry
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We just had to have some water or our crops would surely die
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The railroad shipped this water till we finally got some rain
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And I thanked God for the coming and the going of the trains.
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I lived behind these iron bars I'm a prisoner doing time
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And I've heard that midnight freight pass at least the thousand times
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And I spent my time a walking to the door and back again
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And marking down the coming and the going of the trains.
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I've always been an engineer and trains're all I know
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Ah they don't want me anymore and they say that I'm too old
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But my cabin at the crossing sorta helps to ease my pain
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For I just had to feel the coming and the going of the trains.
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The trucks and planes're faster now and the railroad is too slow
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And they just came and told me that my railroad has to go
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The hands that built the railroad through sweat and blood and pain
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Will sign the final papers of the going of the trains.
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And I have seen the coming and the going of the trains...
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Coming And The Going Of The Trains
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| Merle Haggard |
