Tom: A
Introdução:
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I'm ridin' on this train, drinkin' whiskey for the pain
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Just another good ole boy headed home
And every town I see, seems to take a part of me
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Well, that's the price, that you pay, when you roam
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Yes, I cry, when I have to, and I lie when I can
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Oh, but, I die a little slower, on the train to Birmingham
I got holes in both of my shoes, got a guitar full of blues
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On the train to Birmingham