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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=105054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dixie Flyer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Susan Longacre/Jim Photoglo/Russell Smith)<br>Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin' cinders<br>And the sound of that old whistle on the wind<br>I always wondered where the train was going<br>But I never cared at all where it had been<br>Yeah the first chance I got, I was gone like a shot<br>Following that old dream of mine<br>My only desire was to catch that flyer<br>And ride it to the end of the line<br>My life is like a Dixie Flyer<br>She don't ever look back<br>So pour on the coal<br>Let the good times roll<br>Till the train runs out of track<br>Full speed ahead no I ain't stoppin' yet<br>I feel that drivin' wheel down in my soul<br>I been some places where the train don't stop<br>Some places where the train don't even go<br>Yeah some are satisfied just to sit on the side<br>And watch as the trains roll by<br>That ain't me, there's too much to see<br>Gonna roll until the day that I die<br>My life is like a Dixie Flyer<br>She don't ever look back<br>So pour on the coal<br>Let the good times roll<br>Till the train runs out of track<br>Till the train runs out of track<br>Till the train runs out of track</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Travis Tritt - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=105054" data-title="Dixie Flyer" data-description="(Susan Longacre/Jim Photoglo/Russell Smith) Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin' cinders And the sound of that old whistle on the wind I always wondered where the train was going But I never cared at all where it had been Yeah t..."></div> </div> </div>
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