Misc Originals – Alana Brezenski - Pipes (Guitar)

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A childhood friend texted, "Pipes passed today"

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I sat down at my desk, let my memories race away

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He was a conductor on the old steam rails

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We kids would come runnin' when they rang the bell

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Cause Pipes would be in the yard with his lunch pail

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And share his work with the stories he'd tell

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Now I hear that, all aboard cry, I feel warm steam on my brow

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I smell coal burning cinders, as we leave the rail yard now

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I taste the French toast from dinning car that chef Curtis made

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We are riding to the last station today....on the Sante Fe

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Every kid wished that they could be like Pipes

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He saw the mid west plains and the big city lights

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He met stars and ball players riding the train

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But us kids were too young to know his pain

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When the steam engines ran on their last night

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they handed Pipes a gold watch said get on with your life

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but he hung around the yard like he always did

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Sadness we never saw cause we were just kids

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Texted my friend "thanks, he's probably better off anyway"

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Guess old steam trains and conductors have had their day

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The art of story telling struggles for a place

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Today we use our thumbs, instead of face to face

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Now I hear that, all aboard cry, I feel warm steam on my brow

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I smell coal burning cinders, as we leave the rail yard now

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I taste the French toast from dinning car that chef Curtis made

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We are riding to the last station today....on the Sante Fe