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Long Black Train
ABack when D7I was Aten Jim was D7my best Afriend We'd go down D7to the Astation and D7watched the Etrains come Ain The F#mlong black Atrain, the F#mlong black Atrain
Some day I told my friend we'll ride that train and then We'll make a fortune for ourselves and we'll ride it home again The long black train the long black train As we grew older Jim grew wilder than the wind He robbed the bank in our hometown and they sent me after him On the long black train the long black train And so I cut my friend twelve men convicted him Ninety nine years is what he got I'll bet it seems like a hundred to Jim He'll miss the long black train the long black train by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com