Текст песни Betting On Trains - Hem
Someone's
waving
Someone's
counting
Someone's
leaving
There's
fifty
dollars
on
this
pony
Chase
him
down
these
tracks
Well,
won't
nobody
take
my
business
I'll
teach
you
how
to
come
back
I
saw
one
hundred
miles
of
steel
over
wood
And
let
him
go
I
filled
my
pockets
up
with
coal
black
with
mud
And
let
him
go
I'll
throw
my
hat
off
when
I
beat
you
Find
it
when
you're
gone
There's
a
straw
and
cotton
around
the
station
I'll
make
myself
a
new
one
I
held
a
silver
dollar
tight
inside
my
fist
And
let
you
go
I've
counted
all
the
things
I've
lost,
that
point
to
this
And
let
you
go
The
whistle's
sounding
You
are
leaving
I
am
counting
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