Transcription: Downstairs in the basement neatly tucked away was a tattered old cardboard box we got one Christmas day it seems like only yesterday when I was just a kid the wonder and excitement to see underneath that lid there were little plastic churches and houses that would glow A wrecker-bus with porthole windows Boy, that train could go I could hear them running Hear the whistle blow I could see the water tower and the trail of smoke Of all the things my daddy did, this one was I can't explain the joy we had With daddy's old train box It didn't snow for Christmas the year that daddy died. It's been ye ...
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