She lives close to the tracks
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So she never sleeps a wink
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The trains run all night
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Give her plenty time to think
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About the love that she had
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To a man brave and true
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And how that love turned bad
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The way love's bound to do
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They'd have candle light meals
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They'd drink wine from Bordeaux
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They'd make love every night
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The moon hung low
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But he stopped coming home
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He stopped paying the bills
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She had to move to this house
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By the tracks down the hill
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She'd call her mom and her dad
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But they wouldn't understand
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They'd say what did you do
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To that hard working man
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She'd call her brother down south
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But he'd never call her back
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He's got his house down a hill
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Next to his own railroad tracks
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So what happens now
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What should she do?
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She can't fall asleep
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And dream a love brand new
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Up in the air
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She sees birds and planes
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You know she'd go anywhere
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To get away from these trains
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Close To The Tracks
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Greg Trooper |