Old train I can hear your whistle blow,
But I won't be jumping on again,
Old train I've been everywhere you go,
And I know what lies beyond each bend.
Old train each time you pass you're older than the last,
And it seems I'm too old for running,
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails,
They cry with every mile and I think I'll stay awhile.
Old train I grow weary from the miles,
And I'll miss the freedom that was mine,
Old train just to think about those times,
I'll smile when you're high-balling by.
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