Marty Robbins – Southern Dixie Flyer (Guitar)

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At the station house one day was a lady old and gray

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I could tell her heart was feeling sad and low

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With the teardrops in her eyes she was trying not to cry

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I determined then her story I would know

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I answered the words in this sad sad tale I heard

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Of a mother who has lost her only child

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Yes they'e taken her away, these words I heard her say

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And they're traveling on that Southern Dixie Flyer

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She was only sweet sixteen and the only joy I'd seen

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What God has given now he takes away

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She'll be taken home again on that southbound railroad train

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To be laid there with her daddy in the grave

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I've no money of my own I can't even take her home

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But I want to be there with my heart's desire

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But then she could say no more as the echo drifted o'er

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Twas the whistle of that Southern Dixie Flyer

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As the train pulled out of sight and the day became as night

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Was a scene to bring a tear to any eye

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Just the lady all alone not a thing to call her own

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But some memories from the better days gone by

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I knew right away there was nothing I could say

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Too soon her heart had dried those tear dimmed eyes

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So I turned to walk away from the lady old and gray

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Whose heart was on that Southern Dixie Flyer

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I've no money of my own I can't even take her home

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But I want to be there with my heart's desire

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But then she could say no more as the echo drifted o'er

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Twas the whistle of that Southern Dixie Flyer