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RAILROADER Grandaddy was a railroader and I was a railroader too, Riding up and down these old state lines, Huffing up the black coal fumes, In
That is what railroaders do Moving trains moving trains Getting carloads through Moving trains moving trains Getting passengers through Got auto racks
They get right to my soul But you know Can't stand long Bet all railroader's Are singin' my song
this area that he knew the railroads and the railroaders and the bums that road the rods Jimmie had a special feeling for the hobo And he was always good
the language of the railroaders Like such expressions as hog-head and hot-box quil ball in the jack skinner always filled his conversation and he wrote songs
Macy's (Go) Tell her throw Back, I'm might Throwback couple Racks If she hungry 4 some cheese, I Don't Neva feed Rats (Never) Cause I know dey RailRoaders
Beholder, railroader, cold shoulder Identity is more than you find in the mirror I watched you grow your own in the dust of the bones From your older days
in the drain Thick black smoke and acid rain cnd four thousand folks with nowhere else to go Just about two months before The railroaders sought for
eventually became a railroader in the CPR Angus Shops in Montreal. Sounds like an amazing men. He was incredible. I mean, when you think about it, the reason
peroxide and when did you exploded and when you blasted me on the waxed platform a railroader stands but his cap is without visor and there isn’t a spot
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