Key: A
Introduction:
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I long for a trip, I don't need no grip,
I'm takin' one more ride
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'Way out there in the prarie air
I guess it's in my hide
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Oh, the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin'
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If a man could know where the Santa Fe goes
when she gets under steam
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and the big round bell that bongs farewell
Could hear her whistle scream
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He's bound to go where there ain't no snow a-fallin'
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One more ride, one more ride
I miss the gloom of the prarie moon