Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Where I'm bound nobody knows, ain't got nothing but my clothes
Best if I forget the way I'm riding
Heading down a one-way track, wind is cold upon my back
Rumblin of this old steel rail don't die
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Playin games I could not win, alway anted up again
Change of scenery just might help this time
Watchin' daylight turn to black, long since smoked up my last pack
Dreamed of one day getting off this line
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Saw them come and saw them go, saw them frozen from the cold
When I'm getting off myself I don't know
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