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Oh Reuben's coming down the track and he's got his throttle back and the rails are a carryin' him from home If the boiler don't bust cause it's eat up with rust I'll soon be a long way from home
If you don't believe I'm gone, look at the train I'm on you can hear the whistle blow a thousand miles I'm going down the track I ain't never coming back and I'll never get no letter from my home
Well the train run so fast 'til I knowed it couldn't last for the wheels was a burnin' up the rail Old Reuben had a wreck and it broke old Reuben's neck but it never hurt no hair on my head.
I got myself a blade, laid Reuben in the shade I'm starting me a graveyard of my own Oh me, oh my, I'm starting me a graveyard of my own
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