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So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride
I got to find my baby
For I to be satisfied
I was starin' at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
I was starin' at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
I thought it was a street life
Oh, and I saw it blow
Yeah
It was a mean old farmer
And a cruel engineer
It was a mean old farmer
And a cruel engineer
Yes, it took my baby, yeah
Oh, and left me standin' here
So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride
I got to find my baby
For a satisfy
Yeah
Mm
Written by: BONAMASSA JOSEPH
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