I've got to ride that lonesome train.

My heart is heavy with aches and pain.

I said but someday, someday baby,

After a while,

You will be sorry.

Every day, my clouds are grey;

It takes you to roll all those clouds away.

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Trouble, trouble, trouble on my mind.

Trouble, trouble, way down the line.

I don't need, I don't need no sympathy,

So babe, babe, don't you, don't you pity me.

I may be blue, but I don't mind,

Because I know way down the line,

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