| The lonsome oak tree held its fire into November
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| He watched the last brown leaf hit the ground, and blow away
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| An evening gunshot lets him the hunt is over
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| A familiar cold moves in, somewhere between snow and rain.
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| Just last spring you know his hart was burnin'
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| Before his Lynnville Love hit the road to chase her dreams
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| Now he thinks of her each night, and in the morning, he laces his coffee cup
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| with whiskey instead of cream
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| Her story is she’s changed her mind, she just can’t help herself
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| She wrote: «Please don’t meet me at the Lynnville Train, 'cause I’m comin' in
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| with someone else»
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| He’s a quiet man, the neighbors say, but his pain won’t go away
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| So for better or worse, he’s goin' down to meet the Lynnville Train
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| He blew a tire on the road down to the station,
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| He jacked it up, and thought out loud: «She never should’ve let me down»
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| Just six months ago she vowed she was leaving, now she’s coming home with a
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| stranger, to settle down in Lynnville Town
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| Her story is she’s changed her mind, she just can’t help herself
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| She wrote: «Please don’t meet me at the Lynnville Train, 'cause I’m comin' in
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| with someone else»
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| He’s a quiet man, his neighbors say, but his pain won’t go away
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| So for better or worse, he’s goin' down to meet the Lynnville Train.
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| Steel wheels scream, the whistle blows, his heart is breaking,
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| She steps on to the platform, her new love by her side,
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| He reaches in his coat, his hand is shakin'
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| Time has finally come, this really is goodbye,
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| His story is he’s changed his mind, he just can’t help himself,
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| So he’s getting on the Lynnville Train, and movin; |
| someplace else
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| As the train pulls out, he watches them both, standin' the pourin' rain
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| He’s headed for a new life down the line, on the Lynnville Train
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| For better or worse, he’s leavin' town, on the Lynnville Train |