I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile,
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We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile.
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Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made,
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But I wish I had a dollar for each time we've both been down this grade.
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900,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
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The brakes don't work and this grade's so steep, her engine's sure to blow.
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900,000 tons of steel, out of control,
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She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
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It's one hell of an understatement, to say she can't be beat.
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She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine.
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She wasn't built to travel at the speed a rumor flies,
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Thes wheels are bound to jump the track before they burn the ties.
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900,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
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The brakes don't work and this grade's so steep, her engine's sure to blow
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900,000 tons of steel, out of control
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She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
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Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track
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I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back.
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Well I have pray to God this ain't the day we meet,
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I've done about everything, but try dragging my feet.
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900,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
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The brakes don't work and this grade's so steep, her engine's sure to blow
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900,000 tons of steel, out of control,
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She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
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Oh, oh I want to go down slow.
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100,000 Tons of Steel
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| Grateful Dead |
