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We rode on the Reading when the Reading rode again
We look back through the years to the days of way back when
We rode the mighty rails across the fields and 'round the bend
We rode on the Reading when the Reading rode again
[Verse 1]
They tell me that the age of steam is dead and gone away
They say I'm living in the past but I don't hear what they say
The chug-chug-chug and the toot-toot-toot seem like an old, old friend
We rode on the Reading when the Reading rode again
[Bridge 1]
With a chug-chug-chug and a toot-toot-toot
We'll head from Reading town
We'll ride the rails to Pottsville
And then we'll turn around
[Verse 2]
From the coal mines and the factories, from the mountains to the sea
The Reading lines extended in the 19th century
We'll not forget the stories of steel rails and iron men We rode on the Reading when the Reading rode again
[Bridge 2]
The cars and the cabooses
Are with us still today
So stoke that locomotive
And listen as we say