The only 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 a railroad track The kind you bum tabacco from and view the world 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 Special I hear your lonesome whistle whine It`s calling me Special keep moving me on down the line
My mackinaw is full of holes and ain`t too good at keepin` out the cold My shoes are worn as paper thin my feet can feel the cinders through the soles Sometimes I see a pretty girl and wonder what I`ve missed along the way Once someone special wore my ring and loved me more than anything I gave her up and caught a train one day Special I had a special girl one time Now she`s not mine Special keep moving me on down the line
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