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All Aboard!
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Jenny Dreamed of Trains
Jenny Dreamed of Trains
When Jenny was a little girl, she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jenny counted boxcars instead of counting sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleepAll she ever talked about was getting on to ride
She was living in another time you could see it in her eyes
And every day after school shed head down to the track
Waiting for the train that was never coming backJenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trainsThe depots been boarded up, the rails have turned to rust
There hasnt been a train through here since the mill went bust
No one believed her when she said she heard the train
Said she was just a little girl acting kind of strangeJenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trainsJenny laid a penny on the track one day
In God we trust she walked away
The very next morning all she could find
Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dimeJenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trainsNobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains(written by Vince Gill and Guy Clark)
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Freight Train Boogie/Choo Choo Ch’Boogie
Freight Train Boogie/Choo Choo Ch’Boogie
Casey Jones was a mighty man, now he’s resting in the Promised Land.
The only thing he could understand was an eight-wheel driver under his command.
He made the freight train boogie all the time.
He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.Woo woo, wah wah, woo woo, wah wah. Woo woo, wah wah, woo woo, wah wah.
He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.
I’m headed for the station with my pack on my back,
I’m tired of transportation in the back of a hack.
I just love the rhythm of the clickity-clack,
I hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack.
And pal around with democratic fellas named Mac,
Take me right back to the track, Jack.Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch’boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, take me right back to the track, Jack.You reach your destination and alas and alack,
You need some compensation to get back in the black.
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
and read the situation from the front to the back.
The only job that’s open needs a man with a knack,
take me right back to the track, Jack.Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch’boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, take me right back to the track, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch’boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie,He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.
(written by Griffin/Horton, Darling, Gabler)
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Steel Rails
Steel Rails
Steel Rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees like a ribbon in the wind
I dont mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause Im looking out ahead
To keep my mind from turning backIts not the first time, I find myself alone at dawn
If I really had you once, I still have you when I’m gone
Whistle blowing, blowing lonesome in my mind
Calling me along that never ending double lineSteel Rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees like a ribbon in the wind
I dont mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause Im looking out ahead to keep my mind from turning backThe sun is shining through the open boxcar door
Lying in my mind with the things Ive known before
And Ive lost count of all the hours, days and time
Just the rhythm of the rails keeps the motion in my mindSteel Rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees like a ribbon in the wind
I dont mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause Im looking out ahead to keep my mind from turning back(written by Louisa Banscomb)
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Waiting For A Train
Waiting For A Train
All around the water tower
Waiting for a train
A thousand miles away from home
Sleeping in the rain I walked up to a brakeman
Just to give him a line of talk
He said if you’ve got money
I’ll see that you don’t walk
Well I haven’t got a nickel
Not a penny can 1 show
Get off, get off you railroad bum
And he slammed that boxcar doorWell, he put me off in Texas
[| From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/john-denver-lyrics/waiting-for-a-train-lyrics.html |]
A state I dearly love
The wide open spaces all around me
The moon and stars up above
Nobody seems to want me
Nor to lend me a helping hand
I’m on my way from Frisco
Going back to Dixieland
My pocketbook is empty
My heart is full of pain
I’m a thousand miles away from home
Just waiting for a train(written by Jimmie Rodgers)
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I’ve Been Working on the Railroad
I’ve Been Working on the Railroad
I’ve been working on the railroad all the livelong day.
I’ve been working on the railroad just to pass the time away.
Can’t you hear the whistle blowing, rise up so early in the morn.
Can’t you hear the whistle blowing, Dinah, blow your horn.
Dinah, won’t you blow, Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn?
Dinah, won’t you blow, Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn?Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah, someone’s in the kitchen I know.
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah strumming on the old banjo.
Fee fie fiddle eeii o, fee fie fiddle eeii o, fee fie fiddle eeii o,
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On The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
On The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
Do you hear that whistle down the line
I figure that its Engine Number 49
Shes the only one thatll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa FeSee the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows shes gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa FeHere she comes whoo oo oo oo
Hey Jim, you better get the rig whoo oo oo oo
Shes got a list of passengers thats pretty bigAnd theyll all want a lift to Browns Hotel
Cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
All the way from Philadel phi a
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa FeAll Aboard! All Aboard!
Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer
Gotta go, gotta go far away from here
While the man at the fire, shovels in the coals
Stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll
See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by
Fare-the-well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way
Mustnt quit till we hit Califor ni aSee the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows shes gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe(written by Johnny Mercer)
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Old Train
Old Train
Old Train, I can hear your whistle blow
And I want to be jumping on again
Old Train, I’ve been everywhere you go
And I know what lies beyond each bendOld Train, each time you pass
Youre older than the last
And it seems Im too old for running
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails
They cry with every mile
And I think Ill stay awhileOld Train, I grow weary at the miles
And I miss the freedom that was mine
Old Train, just to think about those times
Ill smile when youre highballing byOld Train, each time you pass
Youre older than the last
And It seems Im too old for running
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails
They cry with every mile
And I think Ill stay awhile(written by Herb Pedersen)
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Daddy, What’s A Train?
Daddy, What’s A Train?
Daddy, whats a train? Is it something I can ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me Daddy, whats a train?When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning sound as the train pulled into view
The engineer would smile and wave as she went rolling throughShe blew so loud and clear, we had to cover up our ears
And we counted cars just as high as we could go
I can almost hear the steam those big old drivers scream
A sound my little kids will never knowDaddy, whats a train? Is it something I can ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me Daddy, whats a train?I guess the times have changed, kids are different now
Cause some dont even seem to know that milk comes from a cow
My little boy can tell the names of all the baseball stars
I remember how we memorized the names on railroad carsThe Wabash and the TP, Lackawanna, the IC
The Nichel-Plate and the good old Santa Fe
Just names out of the past, I guess theyre fading fast
Every time I hear my little boy sayDaddy, whats a train? Is it something I can ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me Daddy, whats a train?We climbed into the car, drove down into town
Right up to the depot house, but no one was around
We searched the yard together for something I could show
But I knew there hadnt been a train for a dozen years or soAll the things I did when I was just a kid
How far away those memories appear
I guess its plain to see they still mean a lot to me
Cause my ambition was to be an engineerDaddy, whats a train? Is it something I can ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me Daddy, whats a train?(written by Bruce U. Utah Phillips)
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The Little Engine That Could
The Little Engine That Could
There was a little railroad train with loads and loads of toys
All starting out to find a home with little girls and boys
And as that little railroad train began to chug along
The little engine up in front was heard to sing this song
Choo, choo, choo, choo
Choo, choo, choo, choo
I feel so good today
Oh hear the track
Oh clickety clack
Ill go my merry wayThe little train went rousing on so fast it seemed to fly
Until it reached a mountain that went almost to the sky
The Little engine moaned and groaned and huffed and puffed away
But halfway to the top it just gave up and seemed to say
I cant go
I cant go
Im weary as can be
I cant go
I cant go
This job is not for meThe toys got out to push but all in vain alas alack
And then a great big engine came a whistling down the track
They asked if it would kindly pull them up the mountain side
But with a high and mighty sneer it scornfully replied I
Dont bother me
Dont bother me
To pull the likes of you
Dont bother me
Dont bother me
Ive better things to doThe toys all started crying cause that engine was so mean
And then there came another one, the smallest ever seen
And though it seemed that she could hardly pull herself along
She hitched on to the train and as she pulled she sang this song
I think I can
I think I can
I think I have a plan
And I can do most anything
If I only think I canThen up that great big mountain with the cars all full of toys
And soon they reached the waiting arms of little girls and boy
And though that ends the story it will do you lots of good
To take a lesson from the little engine that could
Just think you can
Just think you can
Just have that understood
And very soon youll start to say
I always knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could, yeah!(written by William May)
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Last Train Done Gone Down
Last Train Done Gone Down
That last train done left town
That last train done left town
I heard the whistle moaning low
That last train done gone downMy sweet babys on that train
My sweet babys on that train
I wonder if I will see her again
That last train done gone downI heard that whistle moanin low
I heard that whistle moanin low
Im begging and pleading, please dont go
That last train done gone downIm sorry for what Ive done
Im sorry for what Ive done
Too late good-bye, my sweet baby cried
That last train done left townThat last train done left town
That last train done left town
I heard that whistle moanin low
That last train done gone down(written by Peter Rowan)
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Last Hobo
Last Hobo
He was born in International Falls a long, long time ago
Moved to Tucumcan when the ironwork got show
He was cornbread and hard scrabble and scratching for every dime
Till he threw it in and he kilt the road to walk that endless lineNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Leaving hereNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from hereHe tried his hand at lots of jobs and he did em all with pride
From shoeing mules to driving trucks, he mastered what he tried
It must have been Ramona, she was all he cared about
When she ran away and left him you could see the fire go outNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from hereWe hardly ever see him
Once or twice and he would stay a day or two
Hed ask about Ramona
Then hed say that he was only passing through
Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way
And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe
Hes looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill
Now his sun is sinking lower and hes looking for her stillNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Leaving from hereNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from here(written by George Allen)
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People Get Ready
People Get Ready
People get ready, theres a train a coming
You dont need no baggage, you just get on board
All you need is faith to hear those diesels humming
You dont need no ticket, you just thank the LordPeople get ready, for the train to Jordan
Picking up passengers from coast-to-coast
Faith is key, open up the doors and board them
Theres hope for all among the loved the mostBut there aint no room for the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind to save his own
Mave pity on those whose choices grow thinner
Theres no hiding place from the kingdoms thronePeople get ready, theres a train a coming
You dont need no baggage, you just get on board
All you need is faith to hear those diesels humming
You dont need no ticket, you just thank the Lord
Thank the Lord(written by Curtis Mayfield)
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Lining Track
Lining Track
Mo boys, is you right
Done got it right
All I hate about linin track
These ol boys are gonna break my backMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackDown in the holler below the fleld
Angels working on the chariot wheelMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackMary and the babe was a sittin in the shade
Thinking on the money that I aint madeMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackMoses stood on the Red Sea shore
Gotta batten down the waves with a 2 by 4Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackNow if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stoodMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackMatthew, Mark, Luke and John
All them disciples dead and goneMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackMo boys, is you right
Done got it right
All I hate about lining track
These ol boys about to break my backMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em track(written by Huddie Ledbetter)
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City of New Orleans
City of New Orleans
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinios Central, Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobilesSinging good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don’t you know me Im your native son?
Im the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is doneDealing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, aint no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floorAnd the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Singing good morning America, how are you?
Saying dont you know me, I’m your native son?
Im the train they call the City of New Orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is doneNighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and well be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still aint heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad bluesSinging good morning America, how are you?
Saying dont you know me, I’m your native son?
Im the train they call the City of New Orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done(written by Steve Goodman)
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Jessie Dreamed of Trains
Jessie Dreamed of Trains
When Jesse was a little girl, she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jesse counted boxcars instead of counting sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleepJesse laid a penny on the track one day
In God we trust she walked away
The very next morning all she could find
Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dimeJesse dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jesse dreamed of trains(written by Vince Gill)
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Jenny Dreamed of Trains
Jenny Dreamed of Trains
When Jenny was a little girl, she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jenny counted boxcars instead of counting sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleepAll she ever talked about was getting on to ride
She was living in another time you could see it in her eyes
And every day after school shed head down to the track
Waiting for the train that was never coming backJenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trainsThe depots been boarded up, the rails have turned to rust
There hasnt been a train through here since the mill went bust
No one believed her when she said she heard the train
Said she was just a little girl acting kind of strangeJenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trainsJenny laid a penny on the track one day
In God we trust she walked away
The very next morning all she could find
Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dimeJenny dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trainsNobody knew how she made it come true
Jenny dreamed of trains(written by Vince Gill and Guy Clark)
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Freight Train Boogie/Choo Choo Ch’Boogie
Freight Train Boogie/Choo Choo Ch’Boogie
Casey Jones was a mighty man, now he’s resting in the Promised Land.
The only thing he could understand was an eight-wheel driver under his command.
He made the freight train boogie all the time.
He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.Woo woo, wah wah, woo woo, wah wah. Woo woo, wah wah, woo woo, wah wah.
He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.
I’m headed for the station with my pack on my back,
I’m tired of transportation in the back of a hack.
I just love the rhythm of the clickity-clack,
I hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack.
And pal around with democratic fellas named Mac,
Take me right back to the track, Jack.Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch’boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, take me right back to the track, Jack.You reach your destination and alas and alack,
You need some compensation to get back in the black.
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
and read the situation from the front to the back.
The only job that’s open needs a man with a knack,
take me right back to the track, Jack.Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch’boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, take me right back to the track, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie, woo woo, woo woo ch’boogie.
Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie,He made the freight train boogie as he rolled down the line.
(written by Griffin/Horton, Darling, Gabler)
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Steel Rails
Steel Rails
Steel Rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees like a ribbon in the wind
I dont mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause Im looking out ahead
To keep my mind from turning backIts not the first time, I find myself alone at dawn
If I really had you once, I still have you when I’m gone
Whistle blowing, blowing lonesome in my mind
Calling me along that never ending double lineSteel Rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees like a ribbon in the wind
I dont mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause Im looking out ahead to keep my mind from turning backThe sun is shining through the open boxcar door
Lying in my mind with the things Ive known before
And Ive lost count of all the hours, days and time
Just the rhythm of the rails keeps the motion in my mindSteel Rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees like a ribbon in the wind
I dont mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause Im looking out ahead to keep my mind from turning back(written by Louisa Banscomb)
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Waiting For A Train
Waiting For A Train
All around the water tower
Waiting for a train
A thousand miles away from home
Sleeping in the rain I walked up to a brakeman
Just to give him a line of talk
He said if you’ve got money
I’ll see that you don’t walk
Well I haven’t got a nickel
Not a penny can 1 show
Get off, get off you railroad bum
And he slammed that boxcar doorWell, he put me off in Texas
[| From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/john-denver-lyrics/waiting-for-a-train-lyrics.html |]
A state I dearly love
The wide open spaces all around me
The moon and stars up above
Nobody seems to want me
Nor to lend me a helping hand
I’m on my way from Frisco
Going back to Dixieland
My pocketbook is empty
My heart is full of pain
I’m a thousand miles away from home
Just waiting for a train(written by Jimmie Rodgers)
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I’ve Been Working on the Railroad
I’ve Been Working on the Railroad
I’ve been working on the railroad all the livelong day.
I’ve been working on the railroad just to pass the time away.
Can’t you hear the whistle blowing, rise up so early in the morn.
Can’t you hear the whistle blowing, Dinah, blow your horn.
Dinah, won’t you blow, Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn?
Dinah, won’t you blow, Dinah, won’t you blow,
Dinah, won’t you blow your horn?Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah, someone’s in the kitchen I know.
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah strumming on the old banjo.
Fee fie fiddle eeii o, fee fie fiddle eeii o, fee fie fiddle eeii o,
strumming on the old banjo. -
On The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
On The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe
Do you hear that whistle down the line
I figure that its Engine Number 49
Shes the only one thatll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa FeSee the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows shes gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa FeHere she comes whoo oo oo oo
Hey Jim, you better get the rig whoo oo oo oo
Shes got a list of passengers thats pretty bigAnd theyll all want a lift to Browns Hotel
Cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
All the way from Philadel phi a
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa FeAll Aboard! All Aboard!
Let her rip, let her rip, Mr. Engineer
Gotta go, gotta go far away from here
While the man at the fire, shovels in the coals
Stick your head out the cab and watch the drivers roll
See the towns and the roads go a whizzing by
Fare-the-well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way
Mustnt quit till we hit Califor ni aSee the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows shes gonna meet a friend
Folks around these parts set the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe(written by Johnny Mercer)
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Old Train
Old Train
Old Train, I can hear your whistle blow
And I want to be jumping on again
Old Train, I’ve been everywhere you go
And I know what lies beyond each bendOld Train, each time you pass
Youre older than the last
And it seems Im too old for running
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails
They cry with every mile
And I think Ill stay awhileOld Train, I grow weary at the miles
And I miss the freedom that was mine
Old Train, just to think about those times
Ill smile when youre highballing byOld Train, each time you pass
Youre older than the last
And It seems Im too old for running
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails
They cry with every mile
And I think Ill stay awhile(written by Herb Pedersen)
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Daddy, What’s A Train?
Daddy, What’s A Train?
Daddy, whats a train? Is it something I can ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me Daddy, whats a train?When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning sound as the train pulled into view
The engineer would smile and wave as she went rolling throughShe blew so loud and clear, we had to cover up our ears
And we counted cars just as high as we could go
I can almost hear the steam those big old drivers scream
A sound my little kids will never knowDaddy, whats a train? Is it something I can ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me Daddy, whats a train?I guess the times have changed, kids are different now
Cause some dont even seem to know that milk comes from a cow
My little boy can tell the names of all the baseball stars
I remember how we memorized the names on railroad carsThe Wabash and the TP, Lackawanna, the IC
The Nichel-Plate and the good old Santa Fe
Just names out of the past, I guess theyre fading fast
Every time I hear my little boy sayDaddy, whats a train? Is it something I can ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me Daddy, whats a train?We climbed into the car, drove down into town
Right up to the depot house, but no one was around
We searched the yard together for something I could show
But I knew there hadnt been a train for a dozen years or soAll the things I did when I was just a kid
How far away those memories appear
I guess its plain to see they still mean a lot to me
Cause my ambition was to be an engineerDaddy, whats a train? Is it something I can ride?
Does it carry lots of grown-up folks and little kids inside?
Is it bigger than our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me Daddy, whats a train?(written by Bruce U. Utah Phillips)
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The Little Engine That Could
The Little Engine That Could
There was a little railroad train with loads and loads of toys
All starting out to find a home with little girls and boys
And as that little railroad train began to chug along
The little engine up in front was heard to sing this song
Choo, choo, choo, choo
Choo, choo, choo, choo
I feel so good today
Oh hear the track
Oh clickety clack
Ill go my merry wayThe little train went rousing on so fast it seemed to fly
Until it reached a mountain that went almost to the sky
The Little engine moaned and groaned and huffed and puffed away
But halfway to the top it just gave up and seemed to say
I cant go
I cant go
Im weary as can be
I cant go
I cant go
This job is not for meThe toys got out to push but all in vain alas alack
And then a great big engine came a whistling down the track
They asked if it would kindly pull them up the mountain side
But with a high and mighty sneer it scornfully replied I
Dont bother me
Dont bother me
To pull the likes of you
Dont bother me
Dont bother me
Ive better things to doThe toys all started crying cause that engine was so mean
And then there came another one, the smallest ever seen
And though it seemed that she could hardly pull herself along
She hitched on to the train and as she pulled she sang this song
I think I can
I think I can
I think I have a plan
And I can do most anything
If I only think I canThen up that great big mountain with the cars all full of toys
And soon they reached the waiting arms of little girls and boy
And though that ends the story it will do you lots of good
To take a lesson from the little engine that could
Just think you can
Just think you can
Just have that understood
And very soon youll start to say
I always knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could
I knew I could, yeah!(written by William May)
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Last Train Done Gone Down
Last Train Done Gone Down
That last train done left town
That last train done left town
I heard the whistle moaning low
That last train done gone downMy sweet babys on that train
My sweet babys on that train
I wonder if I will see her again
That last train done gone downI heard that whistle moanin low
I heard that whistle moanin low
Im begging and pleading, please dont go
That last train done gone downIm sorry for what Ive done
Im sorry for what Ive done
Too late good-bye, my sweet baby cried
That last train done left townThat last train done left town
That last train done left town
I heard that whistle moanin low
That last train done gone down(written by Peter Rowan)
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Last Hobo
Last Hobo
He was born in International Falls a long, long time ago
Moved to Tucumcan when the ironwork got show
He was cornbread and hard scrabble and scratching for every dime
Till he threw it in and he kilt the road to walk that endless lineNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Leaving hereNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from hereHe tried his hand at lots of jobs and he did em all with pride
From shoeing mules to driving trucks, he mastered what he tried
It must have been Ramona, she was all he cared about
When she ran away and left him you could see the fire go outNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from hereWe hardly ever see him
Once or twice and he would stay a day or two
Hed ask about Ramona
Then hed say that he was only passing through
Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way
And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe
Hes looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill
Now his sun is sinking lower and hes looking for her stillNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Leaving from hereNow hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from here(written by George Allen)
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People Get Ready
People Get Ready
People get ready, theres a train a coming
You dont need no baggage, you just get on board
All you need is faith to hear those diesels humming
You dont need no ticket, you just thank the LordPeople get ready, for the train to Jordan
Picking up passengers from coast-to-coast
Faith is key, open up the doors and board them
Theres hope for all among the loved the mostBut there aint no room for the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind to save his own
Mave pity on those whose choices grow thinner
Theres no hiding place from the kingdoms thronePeople get ready, theres a train a coming
You dont need no baggage, you just get on board
All you need is faith to hear those diesels humming
You dont need no ticket, you just thank the Lord
Thank the Lord(written by Curtis Mayfield)
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Lining Track
Lining Track
Mo boys, is you right
Done got it right
All I hate about linin track
These ol boys are gonna break my backMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackDown in the holler below the fleld
Angels working on the chariot wheelMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackMary and the babe was a sittin in the shade
Thinking on the money that I aint madeMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackMoses stood on the Red Sea shore
Gotta batten down the waves with a 2 by 4Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackNow if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stoodMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackMatthew, Mark, Luke and John
All them disciples dead and goneMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em trackMo boys, is you right
Done got it right
All I hate about lining track
These ol boys about to break my backMo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See Eloise gonna line em track(written by Huddie Ledbetter)
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City of New Orleans
City of New Orleans
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinios Central, Monday morning rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
3 conductors and 25 sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobilesSinging good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don’t you know me Im your native son?
Im the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is doneDealing cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, aint no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling neath the floorAnd the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with their babes asleep
Rockin to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Singing good morning America, how are you?
Saying dont you know me, I’m your native son?
Im the train they call the City of New Orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is doneNighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and well be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still aint heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad bluesSinging good morning America, how are you?
Saying dont you know me, I’m your native son?
Im the train they call the City of New Orleans
Ill be gone 500 miles when the day is done(written by Steve Goodman)
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Jessie Dreamed of Trains
Jessie Dreamed of Trains
When Jesse was a little girl, she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jesse counted boxcars instead of counting sheep
She could go anywhere when she went to sleepJesse laid a penny on the track one day
In God we trust she walked away
The very next morning all she could find
Was a little piece of copper squashed flatter than a dimeJesse dreamed of trains
When the nighttime came
Nobody knew how she made it come true
Jesse dreamed of trains(written by Vince Gill)