Now, the liquor tasted goodAnd the women all were fastWell, there she goes my friendWell, she's rollin' down at last
Hear the mighty engines roarSee the silver bird on highShe's away and westward boundFar above the cloud, she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fallAnd the sun always shinesShe'll be flyin' o'er my home
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