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I dressed up as a good man

I charmed with all my might

I made you my girlfriend

I made you my wife

Then got ourselves a little place

And I woke up to find

A rolling iron boxcar

That was taking me down the line…

Yeah, I’m carrying a lot of postcards

I’m going west a while

Through the fields of rusty train yards

Till the rails run out of miles

Till they put me on the Westbound

Singing sweetly over me

Your sound of being rebound

And the rails will trouble me…

Got her sound in the distance

And the sound of running is always on my feet…

Got her sound in the distance

And the sound of running is always racing me…

We’ll passed some folks that never moved

Though they’re running every one

And me I’ll run the mainlines until my racing’s done

Till they put me on Westbound

Singing sweetly over me

Your sound of being rebound

And the rails will trouble me…

Got her sound in the distance

And the sound of running is always on my feet…

Got her sound in the distance

And the sound of running is always racing me…

Got her sound in the distance

And the sound of running is always on my feet…

Got her sound in the distance

And the sound of running is always racing me…

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