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  1. Go About It

From the recording Dr. Depressington's Little Empathy Engines

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Lyrics

I loaded sixteen hundred tons on a coal black train
I headed out in the driving rain
Im gonna get this whole load out of these god-forsaken hills
Im gonna get it out if it kills me

cause I think I can, I think I can
but I will not know until I go
until I go about it

I blow my whistle like its my melody
and even John Henry is gonna believe in me
I rhythm up my wheels on down the harmony line
as I blow right on by my warning signs

cause I think I can, I think I can
but I will not know until I go
until I go about it