Lonesome Whistle

All eyes out on the railroad
 All eyes out on the sea
 All these means of travel, darling
 Mean nothing once your soul has been set free
 So hear that lonesome whistle blowing
 In the shadow of a sail
 The winds are high and the tides are flowing
 That high ball's rolling down the rail
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 Little redbird in the corner
 There's a blackbird at the door
 Lord, I know if he should ever cross over
 The blood would hit the floor
 So hear that lonesome whistle blowing
 Hear that engine cough and whine
 See those black sails meet horizons
 That old blackbird knows it's time
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 Harken hear the angels humming
 Six white horses set to run
 My bones rattle between their rumbling
 And the setting of the sun