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The eastbound train was crowded one cold December day
the conductor shouted tickets in his old time fashioned way
a little girl in sadness, her hair as bright as gold
she said I have no ticket and then her story told
she said I have no ticket and then her story told
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My father he's in prison, he's lost his sight they say
I'm going to beg his pardon this cold December day
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My mother's daily sewing to try to earn our bread
while poor old blind daddy in prison almost dead
while poor old blind daddy in prison almost dead
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My brother and my sister would be both be very glad
if I could only bring back my poor dear old blind dad
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The conductor did not answer, he could not make reply
then taking his rough hand and wiping the tear drops from his eyes
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He said God bless you little one just stay right where you are
you'll never need a ticket while I am on this car
you'll never need a ticket while I am on this car
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