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Dm7G7
Over hDm7igh plains, through the snow, roll those tracks out, don't you know
I'm raising steG7am.
Dm7Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow...
spill a little where the new towns groG7w.
E7 I've got my whole life Fhanging in a sack,
heading oAsus4ut into that wide world wide.
E7You got your locomotive Fsitting on your track
and I dAsus4on't care which way I ride.
I may Dm7not be coming back. G
same
Left a lady with a heart
all in pieces come apart
raising steam.
That engine up front must
have a heart big enough for the both of us.
Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye,
rocking on my heels out to the west.
Funny how the whole world, historically,
feels the urge to chase the sun to rest.
We may not be coming back.
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same
Let me be your engineer...
have you smiling ear to ear
raising steam.
And will you tell me how it feels
when you're up and rolling on your driving wheels?
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
heading out into that wide world wide.
I'll be your locomotive blowing off its stack
and I don't care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
Raising steam.
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Dm7G7
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