Get on the ball, boys. Let' catch that train and get on.
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Well, run your Chevy down the highway, doing 95
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Got his V-8 engine buzzing like a hive
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Gotta catch that mail train, just to stay alive
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Well, he wrote his baby a letter when he was in pain
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Well, he told his little baby "Don't wanna see you again"
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Well, he's gotta drop that letter, gotta catch that train
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Gotta beat it to the crossing before he gets to town
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Got to keep that whistle humming, keep it to the ground
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Gotta catch that mail train, gotta flag it down
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Roll on, boy
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Well, he's squealing around the bend, tracks are getting near
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Well, the roaring of the engine, passing in his ear
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Well, he ain't gonna make it...
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SPEED KILLS
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| Ten Years After |
