"So Many Roads" as written by and Marshall Paul....
So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride
I'm gonna find my baby
Before I'll be satisfied

I was standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
Standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
Well it sung like a straight line
But it was below

It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
That took my baby
And left me standing here


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"So Many Roads" as written by Marshall Paul

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