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i On a dark stormy mornin' when the snow was a-fallin3 Through the smoke from the old, straight stack, The train pulled out for old St. Louis With her crew that will never come back.
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Sad farewell when we heard the signal
And the brakeman dropped that pin.
And for hours and hours, well, that brakeman waited
For a train that will never pull in.
2 "Just one more trip," said the sleepy brakeman As he tumbled out of his bed, "For tomorrow night the panthers are coming For to paint old Somerset red." |
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3 "Just one more trip," said the sleepy conductor As he kissed his lovin' wife,
"For weVe stole enough of money from the railroad company To last us all through life."
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