There's a tiny village with its landscape painted green
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A firehouse, a general store, all the streets are clean
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The people at the depot love to hear that whistle sound
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And they all wave at Jackie when the engine comes around.
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He says roll train roll
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The steel and all its rhythm
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are sweet music to his soul.
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You'll be riding safe tonight
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Come hell or freezing rain
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The red caps got your baggage
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All Aboard!! Jackies Train
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A cow strays from the meadow
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She's stranded on the track
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Jackie's fingers lift her up
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Then gently put her back
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the train chugs on down the line
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Through the kitchen and the den
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Disappearing under Jackies bed
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And back to town again.
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Yes its Roll train Roll
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The steel and all its rhythm
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are sweet music to his soul.
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You'll be riding safe tonight
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Come hell or freezing rain
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The red caps got your baggage
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All aboard! Jackies train
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Jackie never stops the train when he's home all alone
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He keeps her rolling round and round till mama, comes home
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Jackie can't go out to play, the village needs him there
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Every little detail of the train gets all his care
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Gotta keep it rolling, gotta stay on time
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When he dies they'll honor him
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For miles on down the line.
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Yes its Roll train Roll
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The steel and all its rhythm
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are sweet music to his soul.
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You'll be riding safe tonight
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Come hell or freezing rain
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The red caps got your baggage
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Jackie's Train
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| Mary Gauthier |
