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My heart is filled with pain : I believe I can't be trained
The woman I love : she had another man
Yon come the train : and I got no change
All I can do : just stand and wring my hands
I don't feel ashamed : standing and wringing my hands at the train
I ain't the first man : the train left cold in hand
Now the same big black train : that put me in a strain
I'll ride the train : keep the women from spending my change
I don't see nothing : but hands standing at the train
That's the same black train : that left me in this pain
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