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He walked with the king through the wobbly train He's trying to hold steady with a hot cup of coffee in hand Dark sunglasses and a grey mustache Worn on the face of the travelling man Onward, eastern bound across the might Hudson And yes, he made good ground that day Four long years since he trekked out west To care for his mother and take on the family farm They both felt that their divorce was best But how could they do it and keep the children safe from harm? Onward, eastern bound across the might Hudson And yes, he made good ground that day He could see when it all came down That there was something wrong In being free But when he rolled into that town That little bit of something meant a whole lot of nothing Without his family Oh, yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa Something in his heart said, come back home He hopped on the Lakeshore Limited to visit for a spell And he saw a child standing in the aisle Being away from the family sure was hell Onward, eastern bound across the might Hudson Yes, he made good ground that day He could see when it all came down But there was something in being free But when he rolled into that town That little bit of something (something) meant a whole lot of nothing (nothing) Without his family, oh yeah Pulling into the platform Weight upon his shoulder was as cold as the steam It's been so long since he's been back home Pictures in the family album didn't seem real Onward, eastern bound across the might Hudson Yes, he made good ground that day Onward, eastern bound across the might Hudson Yes, he made good ground that day
Writer(s): Kevin P Kinsella, Robert Ethan Beaumont Scholl Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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