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Well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head
Had to leave my mama in my big brass bed

Well, sun is shinin' on me and you know it sure feels fine

Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand

Walked up to the window like a nat'ral born man

Said I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time


Lord, I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time

Well, these two dollar shoes, Lord, they hurt my feet,

But that fifty-cent liquor, well it could not be beat
And I see no reason, reason to be sad

'Cause I'm goin' where them cold, cold winds don't blow

Where the streams and rivers, Lord, they all run slow

Ain't no use in cryin', cryin' over what you had

Lord, ain't no use in cryin', cryin over what you had


Well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head
Had to leave my mama in my big brass bed

Well, sun is shinin' on me

And you know it sure feels fine

Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand

Walked up to the window like a nat'ral born man

Said I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time

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