Well that black smoke’s a’ rising, from that Train Forty Five You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles 
Oh I’m going down the track, gonna bring my woman back Well I’m tired of living this old way 
If my woman says so, I’ll railroad no more I’ll sock back my pay and go home 
Well I’m going down the ties, with these tears in my eyes Trying to read a letter from my home 
If I die a railroad man you can bury me in the sand So I can hear that train as she goes rollin’ by 
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