The End Of The Line

The End of the Line

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I can hear it coming

But I can’t see it come

It’s coming straight on through the dark

And I’m waitin’ here at home.

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A big black train, a nightmare

Coming down the track

It’s taking my soul on a trip

But it ain’t coming back.

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It comes for those a’ dying

It comes for those who weep

For those who don’t know it’s the end

As they lay down to sleep.

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But me, I know I’m dying

I’ve known it for some time

And I will ride that big black train

To the end of that old line.

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And where that end is, I don’t know

But I hope it’s Glory bound

I ain’t got nothin’ here to pack

Lord, ain’t that a lonesome sound?

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I’m just a hobo in this world

Not really known for much

But where I’m goin’ we’re all the same

No highs and lows and such.

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My brother is the favored son

He’s tall and fine and proud

The squeaky wheel always gets the grease

And well, he squeaks real loud.

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Nobody ever notices me

They won’t worry when I’m gone

I’m just a no-good lay-a-bout

That likes to ride and roam.

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Well, here it comes, that awful train

So long, Old Pop and Mother

Say what?! I’m still here and alive

But the train done took my brother.

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©by Voo

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May 12, 2011