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(Allison Moorer/Doyle Primm)
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I've been walking these mean streets
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Hard concrete beneath my feet
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Ain't found a friendly face among the crowd
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The city's like a Christmas tree
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A light for every dreamer's dream
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But it seems mine has finally burned out
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Long black train, take me home
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I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
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I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong
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Long black train, take me home
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I should've known I was mistaken
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When I thought that I'd be making
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A name for myself in Babylon
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Though I've tried to do my best
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The suit and ties are not impressed
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So with what's left of my pride, I'll carry on
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Long black train, take me home
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I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
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I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong
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Long black train, take me home
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I'm gonna trade my guitar for a ticket
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Then climb aboard and ride you down the track
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I know I'm licked, but it's hard to admit it
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Maybe someday you can bring me back
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Long black train, take me home
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I've worn out my welcome here, it's time to go
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I have to face the music, this just ain't where I belong
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Long black train, take me home
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Long black train, take me home
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Long Black Train
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Allison Moorer |