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(Dan Messe) |
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Someone's waving |
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Someone's counting |
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Someone's leaving |
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There's fifty dollars on this pony |
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Chase him down these tracks |
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Well won't nobody take my business |
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I'll teach you how to come back |
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I saw one hundred miles of steel over wood and let her go |
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I filled my pockets up with coal black with mud and let her go |
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I'll throw my hat off when |
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I beat you |
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Find it when you're gone |
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There's straw and cotton around the station |
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I'll make myself a new one |
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I held a silver dollar tight inside my fist and let you go |
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I've counted all the things |
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I've lost that point to this and let you go |
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The whistle's sounding |
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You are leaving |
