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My dusty feet have kicked the stones Between a thousand railroad ties From Boston down to New Orleans I left the girls a-cryinBut I've still got some ramblin' in me Got some miles left on my shoes And before I take a job again I'll have to be low-down Cryin' the blues So it's goodbye, baby, the whistle is a-blowinIf I miss the train I'll have to stay around But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending I'll be off to another day in another town You say you'd like to ramble with me This ain't no life for a girl Too many people out to get you in a hobo's world And it gets mighty cold when you're on the road 'Cause a boxcar never was a home But you could join me if you want I'm gettin' mighty tired of bein' alone So it's goodbye, baby, the whistle is a-blowinIf we miss the train we'll have to stay around But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending We'll be off to another day in another town

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Jim Croce

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