I was born in the middle of the night And my mama raised a little boy On the banks of the Old Fox river In a little town in Illinois I was taught to believe in the Lord Yeah, even when the times got rough And though I do the best I can do Sometimes it aint good enough And its a long, long road to somewhere And its a long, long time till we get there My grandfather was a railroad man And he worked with a shovel in his hand He was one of the men who were swating His way across the motherland And when h talked about the Great Depression He said he hoped Id never see the day But it seems that as good as Im doin It wont be too far away And its a long, long road to somewhere And its a long, long time till we get there And its a long, long road to somewhere And its a long, long time till we get there And its a long, long road to somewhere And its a long, long time till we get there Yes, its a long, long road to somewhere And its a long, long time till we get there I often wondered where the big trains went As they were quickly fading out of sight They were carrying the dreams of the people Out into the night Yes, I wondered where the big trains went And so I thought that I would ride along Carrying my thoughts out into the night And asinging my song And its a long, long road to somewhere And its a long, long time till we get there Yes, its a long, long road to somewhere And its a long, long time till we get there Ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh
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