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Station was empty Trains were all gone Reached in my pocket And waited for dawn Chorus: The clock played drums And I hummed the sax And the wind whistled down The railroad tracks Hey three for a quarter One for a dime I'll bet it's tomorrow By Rocky Mountain time Walked in the restaurant For something to do Waitress yelled at me And so did the food And the water tastes funny When you're far from your home But it's only the thirsty That hunger to roam

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