I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
And it's bitter memories
Another verse states;
I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin' fevered train
Crashin head long into the heartland
Like a cannon in the rain
With the feelin of the sleepers
And the burnin of the coal
Countin the towns flashin by
And a night that's full of soul
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