The Last Spike

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[Verse]

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Mornings feel so damn sad these days
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Without the call of the eight-fifteen.
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That old familiar echo has finally died away
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Leaving nothing but a chill where there once was a mighty scream.


[Chorus]
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And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
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I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
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   And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
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That the wheels will stop turning, the whistles will stop blowing,
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That this foolish dream must stop.


[Verse]

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Last year they closed down the post office,
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Took the only flag we had in town.
Continúa después del anuncio
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That old brick building still stands like a cenotaph
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To a vision lost and buried in a very distant past.


[Chorus]

C                              G
And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
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I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
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   And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
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That the wheels will stop turning, the whistles will stop blowing,
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That this foolish dream must stop.


[Bridge]

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The longest train I've ever seen was the train that you were on.
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I walked you to the station, we kissed and you were gone.
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I dream at night about you coming home.
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The train in the station, your uniform on fire
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As you stepped onto the platform the band plays a little louder,
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And as we embrace your cap falls off.
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O-o-oh, I guess this foolish dream must stop.


[Verse]

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Mornings feel so damn sad these days
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Without the call of the eight-fifteen.
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Looks like this town is finally gonna die away
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Leaving nothing but broken promises where there once was small town dreams


[Chorus]

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And I've watched the flat cars take away our timber.
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I've watched the coal cars steal our rock.
Am                        Em
   And now that we've got nothing left to take we're told
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That the Tv station will be closing main street windows will need boarding
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That this foolish dream must stop.