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.