Over high plains, through the snow...
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roll those tracks out, don't you know
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I'm raising steam.
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Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow...
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spill a little where the new towns grow.
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I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
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heading out into that wide world wide.
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You got your locomotive sitting on your track
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and I don't care which way I ride.
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I may not be coming back.
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Left a lady with a heart
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all in pieces come apart
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raising steam.
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That engine up front must
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have a heart big enough for the both of us.
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Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye,
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rocking on my heels out to the west.
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Funny how the whole world, historically,
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feels the urge to chase the sun to rest.
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We may not be coming back.
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Let me be your engineer...
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have you smiling ear to ear
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raising steam.
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And will you tell me how it feels
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when you're up and rolling on your driving wheels?
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I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
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heading out into that wide world wide.
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I'll be your locomotive blowing off its stack
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and I don't care which way I ride.
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I may not be coming back.
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Raising steam.
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Raising Steam
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| Jethro Tull |
