(Jim Rushing - Gene Nelson)
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Way back when it all began with muscle, wood and steel
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The mind of man tamed the land with a horse that rode on wheels
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It broke the heart of the red man
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And made a name for Jesse James
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A mark was left forever
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By the passing of the train
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As a little child my thoughts ran wild
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As I clung to mama's dress
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As the train drew near the engineer
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Waved my fears to rest
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He ripped his hat and pulled the cord
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And blew a long refrain
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'Round midnight I'll be dreamin'
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Of the passing of the train
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Chorus
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Clickity-clack, eatin' up the track
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Can't you hear that whistle scream
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She's lettin' you know just how she feels
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With a belly full of steam
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All aboard who's going aboard
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It'll never the the same
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It's a downright lonesome feeling
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With the passing of the train
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Well, that old caboose they cut it loose
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And they ain't gonna bring it back
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Well, it sits beside the towns that died
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Along a million miles of track
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Well we're already late when we get there
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So we'd sooner hop a plane
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But anyone who's heard that whistle
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Mourns the passing of the train
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Chorus
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All aboard who's going aboard
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It's never the same
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It's a downright lonesome feeling
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With the passing of the train
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Passing Of The Train
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| Rhonda Vincent |
