The Eastbound Train

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The Eastbound Train was crowded
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That cold December day
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The conductor shouted tickets
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In his old time fashioned way

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The little girl sat in   silence
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Her hair as fine as gold
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She said I have no ticket
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And then her story told

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My father     he’s in   prison
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He’s lost his sight they say
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I’m going for his pardon
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This cold December day


[Instrumental Break]

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[Verse 2]

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The conductor could not answer
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He could not make reply
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His shakin’ rough  hands wipin’
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The teardrops from his eye

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He said God bless you little one
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Just stay right where you are
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You’ll never need a ticket
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While I am on this car