The only thing I really own is what you see me wearing on my back
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The only friends I've ever known are the kind you meet along a railroad track
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The kind you bum tabacco from and view the world through a boxcar door
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A friend who talks and makes you laugh has nothing much but gives you half
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And maybe you don't see him anymore
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Special I hear your lonesome whistle whine
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It's calling me Special keep moving me on down the line
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My mackinaw is full of holes and ain't too good at keepin' out the cold
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My shoes are worn as paper thin my feet can feel the cinders through the soles
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Sometimes I see a pretty girl and wonder what I've missed along the way
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Once someone special wore my ring and loved me more than anything
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I gave her up and caught a train one day
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Special I had a special girl one time
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Now she's not mine Special keep moving me on down the line
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| Charley Pride |
