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The howling dog and the dirty old street
Papa’s breaking his back in this Spokane heat
Flag down that brakeman when he comes around
Gloria’s in the church and their gonna burn it down
And they were singing, “Gloria, Gloria”
I hear them calling your name
The strap on my back and the lace of my shoe
There’s got to be a railcar that will take me to you
Well I’m saving my pay in a whiskey jar
Lord when the big wind comes, it’s gonna tear us apart
And they were singing, “Gloria, Gloria”
I hear them calling your name
Singing, “Gloria, Gloria”
Out here we’re rocking em’ straight
They were singing, “Gloria, Gloria”
I hear them calling, I hear you calling my name
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