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The Baggage Man I saw the ticket man standing by the train And said, Mister, can you help me, I'm going insane? He said, That's a lot of baggage, Son, see if you can find A way to leave some of your baggage behind The suits you won't need, you'll be dressed in white Even if you make the train by midnight That briefcase and lap top will have to go Have you noticed that beautiful rainbow Your pictures and telephone will have to stay Don't be acting like the popinjay No, it's too late-you don't have time to call Don't worry about taxes,there'll be no windfall They say there's no sorrow and surely no pain For those who were prepaid,they'll be ordained I hear the conductor saying, all aboard To be late you cannot afford Don't wait to long from the platform to step You've only so long for your soul to accept The engineer is waving, the train is pulling out This is the train, of the devout. |
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