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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