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No Train Stops Here Now
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» highest in sub-genre: # 22 (16,627 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Folk) » today's position: # 2868 in Acoustic
» today's position in sub-genre: # 491 in Acoustic Folk
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No Train Stops Here Now
(C) 2008 by Clint Anglin
The train used to come through here -
Forty cars and red caboose;
I always waved to the engineer
When the train come a rumblin’ through.
My daddy took that train everyday
To go to work in the mines,
And when it would come payday
We’d all take that train for a ride.
People waited at the old depot;
To take a trip downtown –
That was more than fifty years ago;
No train stops here now.
The sound of wheels clankin’ on the track,
The engine’s loud and mighty roar,
Billows of smoke belching from the stack –
It’s years since they’ve been gone.
The shiny rails have gone to rust,
And disappeared beneath the weeds;
Though the ties have turned to dust,
I still ride that train in my dreams.
People waited at the old depot;
To take a trip downtown –
That was more than fifty years ago;
No train stops here now.
The train used to come through here -
Forty cars and red caboose;
I always waved to the engineer
When the train come a rumblin’ through.
People used to wait at the old depot;
To take a trip downtown –
But that was more than fifty years ago;
No train stops here now.
(C) 2008 by Clint Anglin
The train used to come through here -
Forty cars and red caboose;
I always waved to the engineer
When the train come a rumblin’ through.
My daddy took that train everyday
To go to work in the mines,
And when it would come payday
We’d all take that train for a ride.
People waited at the old depot;
To take a trip downtown –
That was more than fifty years ago;
No train stops here now.
The sound of wheels clankin’ on the track,
The engine’s loud and mighty roar,
Billows of smoke belching from the stack –
It’s years since they’ve been gone.
The shiny rails have gone to rust,
And disappeared beneath the weeds;
Though the ties have turned to dust,
I still ride that train in my dreams.
People waited at the old depot;
To take a trip downtown –
That was more than fifty years ago;
No train stops here now.
The train used to come through here -
Forty cars and red caboose;
I always waved to the engineer
When the train come a rumblin’ through.
People used to wait at the old depot;
To take a trip downtown –
But that was more than fifty years ago;
No train stops here now.
