Your mother says I'm a stranger
My face you'll never see no
more
But there's one promise, darling:
I'll see you on God's golden
shore.
Through this open world I'm
about to trouble
Through ice and snows, sleet
and rain
I'm about to ride that morning
railroad
Perhaps I'll die on that train.
I'm going back to Colorado
The place that I started from
If I had known how bad you'd
treat me honey
I never would have come.
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