.Over high plains, through the snow...
Roll those tracks out, don't you know
I'm raising steam.
Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow...
Spill a little where the new towns grow.
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
Heading out into that wide world wide.
You got your locomot.
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