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Madeline

Over dusty parlor velvet stares a memory Rockers creak and the knitting needles weave At the quiet house where Christmas never comes Like a lull-a-bye whose rhymes have all been sung Madeline’s Dad was a Shelbyville coal miner He worked all day to provide for his wife and child He used to pass out the […]

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Ghost of Summers Past

  The mourning dove woke me from a dream Of a younger summer She sang her song as my dreamland faded away And for the rest of the day I couldn’t shake this feeling Like I was watching myself walk away Chorus: Walking on the railroad tracks Walk across the trestle Walking on the railroad […]

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