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I saw heaven going up and down the railroad And me, I've got a feeling that it's going to derail And I think I better take up walking, Got a good feeling abut this trail I do believe the speed was killing me I was lost in the sound of machinery And I thin I better keep on walking, But I wouldn't mind some company If you call me up in the middle of the night I hope it's with good news, but if not, all right Because we are old friends and it's been much too long So come in, put your feet up and we'll sing all the old songs And I will listen anyway I saw a little girl up in the peach tree But me, I grew up around the apple orchards And I got a little cinder in the back of my eye Said to myself, oh what a fitting torture And I take a little time to recognize The parallel lines of the railroad ties And I think I better take to walking I've no time for compromise So I head down the railroad The earth pounding up against my feet And I can't help but notice That you and I are parallels who will never meet I think I better keep on walking I think it's good to sweat out you greed Sometimes a call will save you, Sometimes the number is all you need And what was it you used to say to me? © André Villoch, Gum Wrapper Songs 2006
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