(He's the Streamlined Cannonball)
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A long steel rail a short crosstie I'm on my way back home
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I'm on the train the king of them all the Streamlined Cannonball
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Oh she climbs along like a cannonball like a star on its heavenly flight
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This lonesome sound of the whistle you love as she travels through the night
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Her headlight gleams out into the night her firebox flash you see
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The blinds I ride and the lights I love are home sweet home to me
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Oh she climbs along...
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(The lonesome sound of the whistle you love the Streamlined Cannonball)
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I can see the smile of an engineer although he's old and gray
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A contented heart he awaits back home of the Streamlined Cannonball
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Oh she climbs along...
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Streamlined Cannonball
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| Roy Acuff |
