Brad Belt: Music
Trains Don't Run Here Anymore (bluegrass/country/folk)
(Brad Belt)
Trains Don’t Run Here Anymore
© 2003 Gary Tanner & Brad Belt
We conjured up lonely images
As we listened to the lonesome sounds
The whistles on those old steam engines
Wonderin’ where they might be bound
Engineers waved with gloved hands
As we watched his train go by
Box cars swayin’ in a graceful dance
Slowly fadin’ from our sight
Chorus: Steam whistles soundin’ forlorn
Hobos waving from the box car doors
Smoke billowin’ from the big smoke stacks
Chug-chug, choo-choo, clickety-clack
Sights and sounds from the days of yore
Those trains don’t run here anymore
Rails shinin’ in the moon and the sun
Hobos ridin’ to hell and back
Some goin’ home, some on the run
Travelin’ light with bandana knapsacks
Several names connected to these tracks
Cairo-Vincennes, New York Central, Big Four
Now a bike trail from H’burg to Karnak
‘Cause trains don’t run here anymore