Long Black Train 

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Back when I was ten Jim was my best friend
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We'd go down to the station and watched the trains come in
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The long black train, the long black train

Some day I told my friend we'll ride that train and then
We'll make a fortune for ourselves and we'll ride it home again
The long black train the long black train

As we grew older Jim grew wilder than the wind
He robbed the bank in our hometown and they sent me after him
On the long black train the long black train

And so I cut my friend twelve men convicted him
Ninety nine years is what he got I'll bet it seems like a hundred to Jim
He'll miss the long black train the long black train
 





by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com