Rhonda Vincent

Passing Of The Train

Rhonda Vincent


Way back when it all began 
With muscle, wood and steel, 
Mighty 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 grew near the engineer 
Waved my fears to rest; 
He tipped his hat and pulled the cord 
And blew a long refrain- 
Around midnight I'd be dreaming 
Of the passing of the train. 

(Chorus) 

Clickety clack heating up the track 
Can't you hear that whistle scream? 
She's a'letting you know just how she feels 
With a belly full of steam. 
All aboard who's going aboard 
It'll never be the same. 
It's a downright lonesome feeliing 
With the passing of the train. 

That old caboose, they cut it loose 
And they ain't gonna bring it back. 
It sits beside the towns that died 
Along a million miles of track. 
We're always 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. 

(Chorus) 

Clickety clack heating up the track 
Can't you hear that whistle scream? 
She's a'letting you know just how she feels 
With a belly full of steam. 
All aboard who's going aboard 
It'll never be the same. 
It's a downright lonesome feeling 
With the passing of the train. 

(Tag) 

All aboard who's going aboard 
It'll never be the same. 
It's a downright lonesome feeling 
With the passing of the train.

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