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by Utah Phillips
Is that the moon I see
Over there in the west?
Or just a headlight beam
C&O express?
I know she's gone
Whatever I say
And it won't be long
'Til I make up my mind
And go away
Is that the sun coming up
On that eastern sh*re
Or just a coal fire glow
Behind the firebox door?
I know she's gone
Whatever I say
And it won't be long
'Til I make up my mind
And go away.
See that man? He can't hear the whistle
The d*mned old fool's caught out on the trestle
He can't go forward and he can't go back
The train kept a-rollin'
Brushed him off the track
Other winds may blow
And the storm will rise
Still I long to go
Where the fast mail flies
I know she's gone
Whatever I say
And it won't be long
'Til I make up my mind
And go away
See that man...