I am growing old and weary, And my sight is getting dim I have laid my links and pins away to rust And the only friend that’s left to me, In this wide world to stand Is the Little Red Caboose Behind The Train. 
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 Oh, I’m growing old and feeble now, And my sight is getting dim And I cannot see those signals anymore. I can hear those whistles blowing, And I know I’ll soon be going To a better home I know that, far away. 
There are young ones coming on, It is time for me to go They’ll be pestered with the rain, the sleet and snow And they’ll find a heap of trouble, When those hills they have to double With the Little Red Caboose Behind The Train. 
CHORUS 
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