Who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
Vagabondin' the hobo way. Who’d have thought that such intellectuals would be lighting cheap fags on freight trains going to the desolate countryside? They also appear to be rather dark as their metaphorical grandfather is the night.
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