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When you Live by a Rail Road Tracks... Behind the House in the, Yard in the Back When I was young I heard the Rumble of it Coming to Carry the grain from our Grainery But no sound of Locomotive hums in the rail The Grain's now Hauled off by Grain Semi's This Line got Cut in Budget Shifts..... So now the only thing to Ride the Rail Is the Snow as it blows and turns into Drifts But, on windy Nights some say that Ghost of the tracks of the Southern, Blows its whistle as it Rolls Past... All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
Ghost Tracks
When you Live by a Rail Road Tracks... Behind the House in the, Yard in the Back When I was young I heard the Rumble of it Coming to Carry the grain from our Grainery But no sound of Locomotive hums in the rail The Grain's now Hauled off by Grain Semi's This Line got Cut in Budget Shifts..... So now the only thing to Ride the Rail Is the Snow as it blows and turns into Drifts But, on windy Nights some say that Ghost of the tracks of the Southern, Blows its whistle as it Rolls Past... All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
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