I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile.

We've seen a dozen dreams in every passing mile.

Can't begin to count the trips that she and I have made,

But I wish I had a dollar for each time we've both been down this grade.



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900,000 Tons Of Steel, made to roll.

Her brakes don't work and this grade's so steep, her engine's sure to blow.

900,000 Tons Of Steel, out of control.

She's more a roller-coaster than the train I used to know.



It's one hell of an understatement to say she can get mean.

She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine.

She wasn't built to travel at the speed a rumor flys.

These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn the ties.



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Murphy sure outdone himself to pick this strech of track.

I can only hope my luck is riding in the back.

Well I have prayed to God this ain't the death of me.

I've done about everything but try dragging my feet.



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Ooh, ooh, I want to go down slow.

Oooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

900,000 Tons Of Steel, out of control.

She's more a roller-coaster than the train I used to know