Walkin Down The Road

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Well, I'm walkin' down the road with
 my hat on my head
F
Had to leave my mama in my big brass
 bed
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Well, sun is shinin' on me and you
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 know it sure feels fine
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Lord, I made it to the station with 
my suitcase in my hand
F
Walked up to the window like a 
nat'ral born man
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Said I sure do hope that choo-choo
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 train runs on time
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(choo-choo, choo-choo)
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Lord, I sure do hope that 
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choo-choo train runs on time
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Well, these two dollar shoes, Lord, 
they hurt my feet
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But that fifty-cent liquor, well it 
could not be beat
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And I see no reason, reason to be 
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sad
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'cause I'm goin' where them cold, 
cold winds don't blow
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Where the streams and rivers, Lord, 
they all run slow
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Ain't no use in cryin', cryin' 
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over what you had
A7                                
Lord, ain't no use in cryin', 
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cryin over what you had


(NATIONAL STEEL G  O)
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(ahhh, ahhh)

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Well, I'm walkin' down the road with
 my hat on my head
F
Had to leave my mama in my big brass
 bed
G
Well, sun is shinin' on me
                           D
And you know it sure feels fine
D
Lord, I made it to the station with 
my suitcase in my hand
F
Walked up to the window like a 
nat'ral born man
G                                 
Said I sure do hope that choo-choo
               D
 train runs on time
D
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
 A7                                
Lord I sure do hope that choo-cchoo
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 train runs on time