A view of a failed farm town
Story behind the song
Bobbie and I wrote this via email
Lyrics
Last Call
From the sound I can tell
It’s a hammer and a nail
In plywood where the windows used to be
It’s the nails in a coffin
Of a town that’s up and died
The fields are dust, the crops a memory
Looks like
Last call – for the leavin’ train
It ain’t ever comin’ back this way again
We’ve packed up our lives
And we’ll be movin’ on
All aboard – Last Call
As kids we’d see it comin’
Stamin’ in to take the grain
The conductor read the writing on the walls
Been too long on these rails
He once looked that engine over
And knew he had to name her – Last Call
Last Call – the leavin’ train
She ain’t ever comin’ back this way again
We got our tickets
It won’t be long
All aboard – Last Call
Looks like a cemetery on Main Street
Town can’t live without no rain
Sometimes the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel
Ain’t nothin’ but an on coming train
We were born here, we belong
Raised our families, worked the farms
It gave us all something to believe
We thought the world couldn’t live without us
So we worked from dawn to dusk
Looks like nothing; ever quite the way it seems
‘Cause now now it’s
Last Call – the leavin train
It ain’t ever comin’ back this way again
Like driftin’ tumbleweed
We’ll keep rollin’ on
All aboard…
Very nicely done Barry