sidetracked conveniently five steps from the mainline
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fresh off a grain porch drinking swill
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down from picking up in maine
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counting change
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"oh how i, i would do anything for that old junktrain to turn manifest
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and highball, yeah i'd sing that railroad song by the time the sun is setting
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in the west"
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no time or purpose as embers smolder
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holed up in pines of green
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pablo writes "dos" where mouths don't share what their eyes have seen
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"see those days are gone and i can't stand one more
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i've fought this war counting miles alone
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i've seen it all, every goddamn state
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out here son it's as rough as i have known"
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all i have known with sky above as home
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and ground beneath as bed is to ride fast
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live slow and without regret
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"i've got no time for regret
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those thoughts solve nothing in the end
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i've got blistered hands
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and lived full through rejection
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long endured
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'cause i came up poor
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"hell no i, i wouldn't change a thing, those old junktrains all turn manifest
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and highball, yeah i'll sing that railroad song by the time
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the sun is setting in the west"
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West Wye
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Avail |