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I’ve rode that train about a thousand times the old man he said to me
As he broke the silence in the railway station as we waited on the 10:03
I’ve rode her lots of times down to New Orleans and out west into San Antoine
Sometimes I had a rider by my side but mostly I was ridin’ alone
She took me into some desperate places so far away from my home
She was just leading the witness to a confession of a sinner’s soul
Sometimes I drank brandy in the dining car and wined and dined like never before
But most times I slept in a boxcar my pillow was a two by four
He told me all about the cities of the north and the cotton fields of the south
Then he took my bottle of whiskey and he raised it up to his mouth
He said here’s to steel rails and boxcars, locomotives and the coal
They were just leading the witness to a testimony of the soul
Well that’s been 25 years ago and now I can plainly see
The moral of that story that the old man was telling me
You see the road has a way of making us look deep down into ourselves
Makes us deal with those little evil things that we keep tucked away on a shelf
Wakin’ up in a different place everyday can sometimes take its toll
The road it can lead the witness to a revelation of the soul
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