Passing Of The Train - Rhonda Vincent

Way back when it all began with muscle, wood and steel

The mind of man tamed the land with a horse that rode on wheels

It broke the heart of the red man

And made a name for Jesse James

A mark was left forever

By the passing of the train

As a little child my thoughts ran wild

As I clung to mama’s dress

As the train drew near the engineer

Waved my fears to rest

He ripped his hat and pulled the cord

And blew a long refrain

'Round midnight I’ll be dreamin'

Of the passing of the train

Clickity-clack, eatin' up the track

Can’t you hear that whistle scream

She’s lettin' you know just how she feels

With a belly full of steam

All aboard who’s going aboard

It’ll never the the same

It’s a downright lonesome feeling

With the passing of the train

Well, that old caboose they cut it loose

And they ain’t gonna bring it back

Well, it sits beside the towns that died

Along a million miles of track

Well we’re already late when we get there

So we’d sooner hop a plane

But anyone who’s heard that whistle

Mourns the passing of the train

All aboard who’s going aboard

It’s never the same

It’s a downright lonesome feeling

With the passing of the train