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The Whistle Blowing
I hear the whistle blowing
from the freight train down the line
We're on our way to be married
and you will finally be all mine
We had no other choice
but to run off and elope
Cuz your Daddy wouldn't accept
a man he just called mope
Your Daddy just said 'git'
far from town as I possibly could
And not to write or call you
or he would fix me real good
So I left and stayed away
for nigh on two whole years
I couldn't stand it any longer without you
having only my shed tears
I moved on back near the town
where we both grew up together
And finally got my nerve up
to call you and wonder whether
You still loved me as I love you
and want to never be apart
You ran right over to my place
and said 'Baby, here's my heart!'
So we jumped right in my old truck
and roared right out and around
And once this freight train passes by
We'll be on the highway out of town
DaLovePoet
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