Oh, you ought to been uptown To see that train come down And hear the whistle blow a hundred miles 
Oh, hear that train coming round the bend Blow like she’ll never blow again I’m going up the track bring my little girlie back 
I’m tired of living this a way Train Forty Five, just as sure as you’re alive She blows like she’ll never blow no more 
If the train runs right See my woman Saturday night About a hundred miles away from home 
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