Special

“Special"


The only I thing I really own
Is what you see me wearing on my back
The only friends I’ve ever known
Are the kind you meet along the railroad track

The kind you bum tobacco from
View the world with through a boxcar door
A friend who talks and makes you laugh
Has nothing much but gives you half
And maybe you don’t see him anymore

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I hear your lonesome whistle whine
SPECIAL
Keep movin’ me on down the line

My overcoat is full of holes
It ain’t too good at keepin’ out the cold
My shoes are worn so paper thin
My feet can feel the cinders through my soles

Sometimes I see a pretty girl
And wonder what I’ve missed along the way
Once someone special wore my ring
Loved me more than anything
I gave her up and caught a train one day

SPECIAL
I had a special girl one time
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Keep movin’ me on down the line

SPECIAL
I hear your lonesome whistle whine
SPECIAL
Keep movin’ me on down the line
SPECIAL
Keep movin’ me on down the line