Standing at the station, Waiting for the train
Hope I get to Alabama, Long before it rains
But without warning....without warning..
Heading for the border, Rattling through the plains
Wheels of steel go round and round, the towns had many names
But without warning ...without warning
The sun went down, The sunset through the trees
The moon a million miles high, That’s what a hope I see..
Old cars in the canyons, Poppies in the fields
A swagger in the boxcar, Sure knows how it feels but
without warning...without warning
He jumps from the boxcar, To the ground below
He waves as he staggers, Off along the road
But without warning...without warning
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