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Freight Train

Alan Jackson

Her right hand closed the front porch door
Suddenly a child no more
All the ribbons, all the bows
In a box now on her closet floor
Anxious for what's to come
Afraid to leave a place she loves

Chorus
She's not a woman, not a girl
Trying to find her place in this crazy world
Meet a lover, make a friend
Trying to figure out what this life really means
After 17

Broken hearts and rusted dreams
Sometimes make it hard to leave
Certainty is out of reach
Even with some self-beliefs
So she bites her lips and shows a smile
Flips her hair and flaunts her style

Repeat Chorus

Her memories she stowed away
Pulls them out on rainy days
Brand new faces take their place
Beside the ones that never fade
She's strong and fragile, weak and smart
Whatever cost she plays her part

Repeat Chorus

Her right hand closed the front porch door
Suddenly a child no more






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