Steel rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
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Winding through the trees, like a ribbon in the wind
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I don't mind not knowing what lies down the track
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Cause I'm Looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back
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It's not the first time I've found myself alone and known
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If I really had you once, then I'd have you when I'm gone
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Whistle blows, blowin' lonesome in my mind
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Calling me along that never ending metal line
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Steel rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
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Winding through the trees, like a ribbon in the wind
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I don't mind not knowing what lies down the track
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Cause I'm Looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back
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Sun is shining, through the open boxcar door
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Lying in my mind with the things I've known before
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I've lost count of the hours, days, and nights
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The rhythm of the rails keeps the motion in my mind
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Steel rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
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winding through the trees, like a ribbon in the wind
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I don't mind not knowing what lies down the track
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Cause I'm Looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back
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Cause I'm Looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back
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Steel Rails
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Alison Krauss |