Walt Cronin
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I’d lay in bed and hear that train blow through I still hear it in my head
Folks say it’s got a lonesome sound
I find it comforting instead
Chorus: Hear that train roll through
Follow you
Hear that train roll through
Follow you
I walk the tracks that lead to the river where
that old rusted trestle shows it’s wear and tear
Remembered boys whom I shared some beers and find
I miss those friends of mine
Chorus:
Hear that train roll through
Follow you
Hear that train roll through
Follow you
Those sounds I hear in my head will always comfort me
And those trains that I never rode still seem like a mystery
Hear that train roll through
Follow you
Hear that train roll through
Follow you
Hear that train roll through
Hear that train roll through
Hear that train roll through
Hear that train roll through
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