Well I hear that choo choo coming
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Coming down those railroad tracks
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It's firebox is smoking, it's engine is big and black
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It's a heading for the station, when it stops at the station door
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I'm gonna board that old black choo choo
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And I won't be back no more
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Well, it pulls a lot of coaches
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That train is mighty long
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Some up here with gayety of laughter and song
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But know which choo choo that you're riding
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Because it's mighty dark and cold
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And you'll be happy when I'm crying as the winds begin to blow
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Outside the rain is falling
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Like great big lonely tears
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And the lightning that is flashing
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And it stills all of my fears
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I heard a porter holler, a¢æ©«Check your baggage please!a¢æ?
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But all that I've got with me are my memories
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Lonesome Train
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| Social Distortion |
