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There's No Train

Laid down all my money. Told them, “Take me far away.” Nothing here, not anymore, to make me want to stay. Packed my worldly treasures in the bag here at my feet. And at sundown you can find me sitting in my seat. But don’t tell me! I don’t want to hear. No, don’t tell me! It’s what I most fear… There’s no train going where I want to be. There’s no train anywhere that I can see. I’m standing in the station, got the ticket in my hand But there’s no train going to the Promised Land… Took my Daddy’s pistol and I kissed Molly goodbye. She said I’d never make it, but I still just had to try. The horse I stole is laying somewhere back there in the sand. Not one single thing has happened in the way I planned. But don’t tell me! I don’t want to hear. No, don’t tell me! It’s what I most fear… There’s no train going where I want to be. There’s no train anywhere that I can see. I’m standing in the station, got the ticket in my hand But there’s no train going to the Promised Land… Cost a pretty penny just to get where I am now. Made it just in time, but do not ever ask me how. Weary from my wandering. No place to call my own. I hear that far off whistle. I believe it calls me home. But don’t tell me! I don’t want to hear. No, don’t tell me! It’s what I most fear… There’s no train going where I want to be. There’s no train anywhere that I can see. I’m standing in the station, got the ticket in my hand But there’s no train going to the Promised Land…

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