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FSmGokin long black catalac, engines windin down AmParFked it up on the sidewalk like he owned the whole darn town FI'Gd FheFar him talkin to some chick through a thicker haze of smoke FAnGd a thicker haze of southern comfort and coke FHeG'd say girl your hotter than the hinges hangin of the gates of hell AmConF't be afraid to turn to me babe if a he don't treat you well FAnGd FbyF he he meant me so i laughed and I shook his hand FHeG'd laugh a little bit louder as he'd yell up at the band
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FPLGay a train song, one more time for me AMaFke me leave my boots on when they lay me into the ground FI GamF aF locamotive out of my one track mind FAnGd i'm lookin for any trouble that I can find (Repeat)
FI Ggot this old black leather jacket, got this pack of marblo red AmI gFot this stash right here in my pocket, got my own thoughts in my head FI GgoFt Fto run until i got walk or until i got to crawl FThGisF moment that i got right now and nothin else at all
FWhGile the television was blarin we looked around his place AmWe Ffound him out cold with a smile cross that face FAnGd FthFough I tried with all my saddness i could not come to cry FAnGd Fhe looked to me like a man who died laughin in his sleep
FSiGngin a train song, drinkin one last round AmWe Fmade em leave his boots on when they layed deep him into the ground FHeG wFas a runaway locamotive out of his one track mind FPlGay a train song FPlFay a train song FPlGay a train song