Frisco's a mile long away
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You can afford to fly
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But it might as well be the moon,
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Lord, when you're as broke as I.
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Here I sit with my head in my hands
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Watching the trains roll by
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Lord, the Helping Hand Mission man warned me
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That the nights here got cold.
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When you're cold there's nothing as welcome as sunshine
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When you're dry there's nothing as welcome as rain
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When you're alone there's nothing as slow as passin' time
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When you're afoot Lord there's nothing as fast as a train.
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Old Frisco's a mighty rich city
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Now that ain't no lie
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Well, they have some buildings
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That reach nearly a mile in the sky.
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Everyone's so busy they can't tell me the reason why
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Here's a world full of people so damn many people alone
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When you're alone life just don't seem worth living
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While you're alive gotta learn to live with the pain.
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You've been grown for so long
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There's no one left who'll forgive
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You find yourself searching your mind
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For the links to the chain.
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When you're cold there's nothing as welcome as sunshine
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When you're dry there's nothing as welcome as rain
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When you're alone there's nothing as slow as passin' time
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When you're afoot Lord there's nothing as fast as a train...
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Frisco Depot (San Francisco Depot)
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| Waylon Jennings |
