Morning Sunrise, When The Day Begins.Watching Trains, Grey Haired Old Men.Bacon And Coffee In Their Mouth, . South To North, North To South.Another Train Echoes, Train Wheels Squeak.Long Ago Years, Places They Speak.Sandwiches And Beer, In Their.Mouth.South To North, North To South..Their Mind Travels, Watching Each Train..Dark Clouds Gather Looks Like Rain..Tobbacco And Beer In Their Mouth.South To North, North To South..Sunday Morning, Walking Along The TracksTrain Coming, From North, Aways Back..Bells Ring, Hymns In Their Mouth..South To North, North To South..
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