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Well I got on in Bristol, by the old Virginia line With a suitcase full of dreams And a brand new spendin' dime I had a bouquet of music, wrapped in pretty words Singin' songs sent down from Heaven On the wings of a speckled bird Wings of a speckled bird I heard a guitar and a fiddle, banjo and mandolin An old man opened up the door and told me, "come on in" He took my ticket, then he told me Bring what it is you do 'Cause that's how you'll be remembered When your travelin' days are through When your travelin' days are through They came from the hills and mountains The valleys and the plains Some were kind and gentle And some too wild to tame A string of fearless hearts, on an endless ball of twine It's the same old train, it's just a different time Just a different time We sung songs in war, we sung songs in peace We traveled in abundance and we traveled on relief From the outer gates of Heaven, to hell fire's burnin' door It don't matter where you take it 'Cause it's been there before It's been there before They came from the hills and mountains The valleys and the plains Some were kind and gentle And some too wild to tame A string of fearless hearts, on an endless ball of twine It's the same old train, it's just a different time Just a different time Now like a precious treasure, that's immeasurable in worth We stand before a new wave, proud children of the earth We'll go on forever, and here's your solid proof As long as there's a world we've gotta sing Those folks the truth Sing those folks the truth They came from the neon cities The suburbs and the towns Bakersfield to Baltimore It's sacred holy ground A string of fearless hearts, on an endless ball of twine It's the same old train, it's just a different time Just a different time Just a different time Just a different time It's the same old train, it's just a different time Same old train, just a different time