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something about trainssomething about lovesomething about this old earthand the way it looks from up abovesomething about satellitessomething about down belowsomething about the hissing of that old steam ironas you press your clothesbeam it up beam it down across the world from town to townmost of the time when i'm walking the line i'm looking at the ground
But everytime I hear that whistle blowing
Everytime I hear that old black crow
Everytime I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soulsomething about lovewhen things go wrongwhen you can't find the one that you loveyou keep movin' onyou walk the lonely valleyyou walk the line alonebut this old earth is always thereyou don't feel so alonebeam it up beam it down across the world from town to townmost of the time when i'm walking the line i'm looking at the ground
But everytime I hear that whistle blowing...but you wake up in the middle of the nightand a train whistle blows and a dog barksand something's not quite rightand a cry is sent up from this earthinto the silent skybeam it up beam it down across the world from town to townmost of the time when i'm walking the liune i'm looking at the ground But everytime I hear thta whistle blowing
Everytime I hear that old black crow
Everytime I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soulsomething about trainssomething about lovesomething about this old earthand the way it looks tonight
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