Downbound train 

 

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1. I had a job. I had a girl. I had something going, mister, in this world. 

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I got laid off down at the lumber yard. Our love went bad. Times got hard. 

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Now I work down at the car wash where all it ever does is rain. 

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Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train? 

 

2. She just said: "Joe, I gotta go. We had it once, but we ain't got it anymore." 

She packed her bags, left me behind. She bought a ticket on the central line. 

Nights as I sleep I hear that whistle whining. I feel her kiss in the misty rain 

and I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train. 

 

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3. Last night, I heard your voice. You were crying, crying, you were so alone. 

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You said your love had never died. You were waiting for me at home. 

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Put on my jacket I ran through the woods. 

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I ran till I thought my chest would explode. 

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There in the clearing beyond the highway, 

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in the moonlight our wedding house shone. 

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I rushed through the yard. I burst through the front door, 

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my head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed. 

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The room was dark, our bed was empty. Then I heard that long whistle whine 

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and I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried. 

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Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang, 

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knockin' down them cross ties, working in the rain. 

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Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train. 

 

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