(J. Fogerty)
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On the highway, thirty people lost their lives.
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On the highway, thirty people lost their lives.
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Well, I had some words to holler, and my Rosie took a ride.
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In the moonlight, see the Greyhound rollin' on.
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In the moonlight, see the Greyhound rollin' on.
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Flyin' through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the Hound.
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For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone.
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For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone.
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Mister Undertaker, take this coffin from my home.
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In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name.
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In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name.
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I'm standin' on the railroad, waitin' for the Graveyard Train.
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On the highway, thirty people turned to stone.
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On the highway, thirty people turned to stone.
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Oh, take me to the station, 'cause I'm number thirty-one.
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Graveyard Train
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| Creedence Clearwater Revival |
