Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track,
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Watchin' that old smokestack.
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Train is a-leavin' bit it won't be back.
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Years ago we hung around,
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Watchin' trains roll through the town.
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Now that train is a-graveyard bound.
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Where we go up in that North Country,
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Lakes and streams and mines so free,
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I had no better friend than he.
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Something happened to him that day,
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I thought I heard a stranger say,
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I hung my head and stole away.
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A diesel truck was rollin' slow,
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Pullin' down a heavy load.
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It left him on a Utah road.
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They carried him back to his home town,
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His mother cried, his sister moaned,
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Listin' to them church bells tone.
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Ballad For A Friend
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| Bob Dylan |
