Come along my dear, the time's growin' near,
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We'll have to walk down where the field is overgrown
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Consumption's claimed his life and we dare not miss the sight,
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Of the train carrying Jimmie Rodgers home
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We'd some hard times these last few years,
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Lost the farm, almost lost our spirits, too
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But it's the strangest thing, when we heard that man sing,
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We knew somehow we'd make it through
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I can hear that whistle blow, that old train's a-movin' slow,
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Sounds like he's cryin' for the singin' brakeman, too
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Back to the sunny south he'll go, and he'll never roam no more,
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Here's the train, oh hold me close, oh sweetheart do
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Come here my little son and let me lift you up
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I want you to remember this day when you are grown
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How your mama and your dad were so proud and so sad,
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Watchin' the train carrying Jimmie Rodgers home
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I can hear that whistle blow, that old train's a-movin' slow,
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Sounds like he's cryin' for the singin' brakeman, too
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Back to the sunny south he'll go, and he'll never roam no more,
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Here's the train, oh hold me close, oh sweetheart do
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The Train Carrying Jimmie Rodgers Home
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| Iris Dement |
