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 see 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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Special keep moving me on down the line
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[ steel ]
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My mackinaw's full of holes and ain't too good at keeping out the cold
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My shoes are worn as paper thin my feet can feel the cibders through the soles
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Sometimes I see a pretty girl wonder what I've missed along the way
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Once someone special wore my ring 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 on time Special keep moving me on down the line
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Special I hear your lonesome...
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Special
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| Dickey Lee |
