(Dan Messe)
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Someone's waving
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Someone's counting
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Someone's leaving
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There's fifty dollars on this pony
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Chase him down these tracks
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Well won't nobody take my business
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I'll teach you how to come back
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I saw one hundred miles of steel over wood and let her go
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I filled my pockets up with coal black with mud and let her go
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I'll throw my hat off when I beat you
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Find it when you're gone
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There's straw and cotton around the station
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I'll make myself a new one
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I held a silver dollar tight inside my fist and let you go
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I've counted all the things I've lost that point to this and let you go
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The whistle's sounding
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You are leaving
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Betting On Trains
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