somethin' 'bout trains
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somethin' 'bout love
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somethin' 'bout this old Earth
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and the way it looks from up above
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somethin' 'bout satellites
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somethin' 'bout down below
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somethin' 'bout the hissing of that old steam iron
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as you press your clothes
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beam it up beam itvdown
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across the world from town to town
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most of the time when I'm walking the line
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I'm looking at the ground
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but every time I hear that whistle blowing
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every time I hear that old black crow
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every time I hear that whistle blowing
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I find myself a-shivering in my soul
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somethin' 'bout love
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when things go wrong
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when you can't find the one that you love
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you keep movin' on
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you walk the lonely valley
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you walk the line alone
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but this old Earth is always there
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you don't feel so alone
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beam it up beam it down
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across the world from town to town
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most of the time when I'm walking the line
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I'm looking at the ground
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but every time I hear that whistle blowing...
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but you wake up in the middlevof the night
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and a train whistle blows and a dog barks
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and something's not quite right
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and the cry is sent up from this Earth
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into the silent sky
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beam it up beam it down
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across the world from town to town
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most of the time when I'm walking the line
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I'm looking at the ground
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but every time I hear that whistle blowing
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every time I hear that old black crow
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every time I hear that whistle blowing
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I find myself a-shivering in my soul
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somethin' 'bout trains
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somethin' 'bout love
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somethin' 'bout this old Earth
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and the way it looks tonight
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Something About Trains
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Jane Siberry |