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If I was a conductor on the train called the
blues
I would, I wouldnt let you ride it
So if you think youve got nothing to lose
Just wait until you get inside it
Im gonna have to tell you because youre just to young to know
That its easy to find a no good weed and love it like a rose
Ill blow that whistle so sweet and plain
As we turn the corner to your town
Youll hear the beauty of my pain
But I never, never would slow down
Cause you might love the shine and the speed and find it too hard to refuse
A hand in the game and a ride on the train, thats the train they call the
blues
I live much too close to the railroad track
Every night I hear that 2:19
It shakes my bed when the nights so black
Wakes me up from the same dream
Where Im punching your ticket and youre slipping off your shoes
Settling in for a nice long mystery ride
On the train they call the blues
Wish I could tell you that theres so many destinations to pick or choose
And you had to climb on the down bound train, thats the train they call the
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