By the time you leave
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I'll be saving all my green
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For a homebound train to carry me
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On old familiar steam.
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I wish you'd hurry up,
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And leave or come around.
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Well the moon is waning hard tonight.
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I 'm leaving my home town.
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And the train rolls on with no pilot.
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And the station's left me I know.
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But if you should happen to find it,
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Please bring it home, bring it home.
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I traded all my stops
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For a pillow made of rails.
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In an empty room I listen to
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The lonely whistle wails.
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I woke up to feet,
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That I took to be your shoes,
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And the train lay tracks that deafened me,
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Shook my insides loose.
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And the train rolls on with no pilot,
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And the station's left me I know.
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But if you should happen to find it,
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Please bring it home, bring it home.
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And the point of all this living,
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Is the dying still to come.
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And I could be forgiven,
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But I just won't, I just won't.
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(Cool Don Walser yodel & fade out)
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Old Familiar Steam
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| Old 97's |
