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I just said "Joe I gotta go, we had it once we ain't got it anymore". I packed my bags, left him behind, I bought a ticket on the Central Line...
Last night I heard your voice, your were crying crying, you were so alone. You said your love had never died, you were waiting for me at home...
Then I heard that lone wistle whine and I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried... Now I swing a sledgehammer on a railroad gang knockning down them cross ties; working in the rain. Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train?
Last night I heard your voice, your were crying crying, you were so alone. You said your love had never died, you were waiting for me at home...
Then I heard that lone wistle whine and I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried... Now I swing a sledgehammer on a railroad gang knockning down them cross ties; working in the rain. Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train?
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