Lyrics:

by Bob Dylan&amplt;br /&ampgt;
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Sad Im sittin on the railroad track,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
Watchin that old smokestack.&amplt;br /&ampgt;
Train is a-leavin bit it wont be back.&amplt;br /&ampgt;
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Years ago we hung around,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
Watchin trains roll through the town.&amplt;br /&ampgt;
Now that train is a-graveyard bound.&amplt;br /&ampgt;
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Where we go up in that North Country,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
Lakes and streams and mines so free,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
I had no better friend than he.&amplt;br /&ampgt;
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Something happened to him that day,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
I thought I heard a stranger say,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
I hung my head and stole away.&amplt;br /&ampgt;
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A diesel truck was rollin slow,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
Pullin down a heavy load.&amplt;br /&ampgt;
It left him on a Utah road.&amplt;br /&ampgt;
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They carried him back to his home town,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
His mother cried, his sister moaned,&amplt;br /&ampgt;
Listin to them church bells tone.