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  1. Train Song

From the album TRUE

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A song about growing up in small-town America.

Written by The Elders © 2017
Lyrics by Brent Hoad & Steve Phillips
Instrumental sections from traditional tune "Reel in Re."

Lyrics

Well I wish I was on that train, I hear that diesel whine
Don’t mind the pay or the rain, with a tape of ‘ol John Prine
Sitting on pappy’s lap I learned the man I wished to be
In that Super Chief I’d get my turn, every mile of track to see

On the drivin’ wheels of steel we rode
All the way to Baton Rouge
With a strong hand on the throttle
Never knew we had to choose
And no time left to lose

Through the small town she rumbled, every evenin’ nine-o-five
We’d go down to the crossing gate, what a time to be alive
Ol’ Haverty let us ride along, tellin’ lies & jammin’ gears
Eight hour shift runnin’ right on time two hundred times a year

On the drivin’ wheels of steel we rode
All the way to Baton Rouge
With a strong hand on the throttle
Never knew we had to choose
And no time left to lose

I could hear that saw-back sway down the Union Line
I could see the angels fly to the gypsy whiskey spine
The best of times as I recall but all good things must pass
Now there’s a yellow moon on the rise shining on my path

On the drivin’ wheels of steel we rode
All the way to Baton Rouge
With a strong hand on the throttle
Never knew we had to choose
And no time left to lose