I grew up here on Bourbon Street
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Playin' for the beer and tips
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Livin' by the Poncha Train
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Watchin' drunks and sailin' ships
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Now I'm sittin' on a midnight train
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Gonna bury momma on my birthday
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And never's gonna be too soon
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To see these streets
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of Vieux Carre
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Thirty years ago
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Momma was a pretty bride
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She took this train to New Orleans
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Made a mask for Mardi Gras
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and never took it off it seems
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Daddy drank away their honeymoon
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He never wore his wedding band
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They fought just like a hurricane
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But she fell in love with Dixieland
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CHORUS:
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Now I'm on a train to nowhere
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to find the future in my past
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I'm on a train to nowhere
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Feelin' like a no one
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How long will this last?
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Goin' nowhere fast
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Nine months later to the day
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she labored deep into the night
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I was the baby in her arms
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And she was weakened by the fight
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I grew up fast I grew up hard
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The alleyways were my backyard
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Momma sang at Pat O'Riley's
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And I sat in with the band on Fridays
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CHORUS
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Tonight we'll cross the
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Mason-Dixon line
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Finally takin' Momma home
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She will find a restin' place
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beneath the garden made of stone
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And I came here to find tomorrow
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Now I hear my station name
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If I can just forget my past
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maybe I can start again
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CHORUS:
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Now I'm on a train to nowhere
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to find the future in my past
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I'm on a train to nowhere
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but this trip will be my last
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Yeah if I can just get goin'
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and get myself on track
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off this train to nowhere
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It's goin' nowhere fast
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Nowhere Fast
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| The Warren Brothers |
