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i can strum a little, i can hold a chordthis ain't the gospel and i ain't the lordi'm no holy roller, but for what it's worthmy freedom's a train ride to heaven on earthit's not just a trainit's saying goodbye, saying helloto where we have been, where we might goit's what we have passed, what we might seeit's not just a train, it's freedom to mekids flattening pennies as the ironhorse rolls bybetween the trains i see an old manface full of smilesyoung woman crying as her lover leavesgun on his shoulder and stripes on his sleeveit's not just a trainit's saying goodbye, saying helloto where we have been, where we might goit's what we have passed, what we might seeit's not just a train, it's freedom to methrough a crack in the the slats a harvest moon shineson Harper Lee's pages i turn to kill timethe car toads are waiting for me at the stationto give the bum's rush to a frost bitten boit's not just a trainit's saying goodbye, saying helloto where we have been, where we might goit's what we have passed, what we might seeit's not just a train, it's freedom to me
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