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  1. Train I'm On

From the recording Boulevard

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Train I'm On
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Train I’m On



If you could ride this train I'm on

you wouldn't miss your happy home

it wouldn't take too much to make you wander

out here where the wind is free

and there's nothing much but you and me

and a whole wide world to discover



(chorus)

you might hear the sound of people crying

laying down a lifetime, they've quit trying

feeling everything they love won't be long

if you could ride this train I'm on before it's gone



If you could walk this road awhile

You might know a naked mile

With nothing but the feeling of these mountains

Before they strip them down for ore

And pave them over for department stores,

With room for parking cars and marble fountains



If you could meet a man I know

stormed the beach at Anzio

and his right arm's torn into patriotic pieces

he's got a son who can't come home

til he's ready to say he was wrong

to quit on Vietnam and follow his Jesus

like an engine on a rusted track

we're hiding all our folks way out back

we're a one way railroad going nowhere



People say we've lost our time

this old country's past its prime

there's no room left for a man to move in

and can we ever wash it clean

of all the sadness that we're seeing

there's nothing left but you and me to believe in

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