I hear a train whistle blowing
And it's in key with my song
All the way on the wrong side of Reno
Where my toughest friends are from
Every broken bone and every blue, black eye
The stories of ass beatings that you've earned
You told me about how more than half were deserved, oh, no
Something sank into that bleeding skull
A certain kind of wisdom and a humble soul
It keeps me searching no matter
How many miles left until we get back home
You've been quite a traveling companion
I hate to see you go
Now the world we're living in is golden
Gilded with every lie we lived through
Back from the war early Christmas morning
Not even a ghost could keep him sober for you
Every broken bone and every blue, black eye
The stories of ass beatings that you returned
You told me about how more than half were deserved, oh, no
Something sank into that bleeding skull
A certain kind of wisdom and a humble soul
It keeps me, it keeps me searching no matter
How many miles left until we get back home
You've been quite a traveling companion
I hate to see you go

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