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So many roads, so many trains to ride So many roads, so many trains to ride I've got to find my baby, 'fore I'll be satisfied I was standin' by my window, when I heard that whistle blow I was standin' by my window, when I heard that whistle blow You know I thought it was a Streamline, but it was a B & O It was a mean ol' fireman and a cruel ol' engineer It was a mean ol' fireman and a cruel ol' engineer That took away my baby and left me standin' here
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"So Many Roads, So Many Trains" as written by Marshall Paul
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