Verse
1 / 1-4 / 1 / 1
1 / 1 / 5 / 5
1 / 1 / 6m / 6m
3m / 5 / 1 / 1
Chorus
4 / 2m / 5 / 1
4 / 2m / 5 / 5
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The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high speed hum of the passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
The sound of a whistle at the crossin' road
And the tanks and the trucks and the tractors on the flat car load
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
And the big round penny that you lay on the rails and the wheels mash flat
And a glimpse of the ladies and the pictures of the men in the engineer's hat
And the brakeman waves from the red caboose
It's a part of the past, never quite turns loose
It's a part of a soul and the heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
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