Through The Window Of A Train Everybody drives the same old roads these days Dont see a thing, but they know the way Every miles a marker, every towns the same Another place to stop but not to stay Daddy was a brakeman on the L&N Sometimes hed let me ride along with him No matter where wed stop along the way Everybody knew his name A different story down every line People workin hard just to live and die I saw it all once upon a time Through the window of a train Then we started back the way we came Like people moving through a picture frame Seems the whole worlds further down the track But Im always looking back I dont expect you all to understand Or see the country like a railroad man So many things youd never realize Unless you saw em with these eyes Birmingham to Jackson, hear the whistle call And the sun goes down like a big red ball In my memory I still see it all Through the window of a train
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 19:30:00 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015