Train Song - 04/22/06 03:21 AM
thought I'd try to get in on NBT records, train CD they are doing. My brother's a train engineer in Indiana, he helped me write this one. I know nothing about trains.(forgot the title) "The Last Run" next to last on the page.
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemusic.cfm?bandID=100639
Theres a cannonball leaving for Detroit, traveling through the night
with a nickelplater on the line, it's sure to arrive just in time tonight.
It's a FastFreight flying down the rail, all clears up ahead.
With a little luck it won't be long, run her hard then put her down to bed.
Chorus:
Last run through Indiana, time to go home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
Thirty years of riding on these rails, bound to take it's toll.
This whistle don't seem quite as loud, as it did a million miles ago.
On standby almost half asleep, when I get the call.
Stumble to the telephone, almost trip on something in the hall
Chorus:
Last run through Indiana, time to go home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
There's a trainmaster waiting with my watch, 30 years in Gold.
The boys down at the union hall, joked about me gettin way too old.
Watched the Good Lord as he did his work, sending down the rain. Sunshine to Ohio's corn, Indiana's amber waves of grain.
Chorus:
Last run through Indiana, time to go home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
Repeat Chorus:
Last run through Indiana, time to go home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
[This message has been edited by Louis (edited 04-21-2006).]
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Theres a cannonball leaving for Detroit, traveling through the night
with a nickelplater on the line, it's sure to arrive just in time tonight.
It's a FastFreight flying down the rail, all clears up ahead.
With a little luck it won't be long, run her hard then put her down to bed.
Chorus:
Last run through Indiana, time to go home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
Thirty years of riding on these rails, bound to take it's toll.
This whistle don't seem quite as loud, as it did a million miles ago.
On standby almost half asleep, when I get the call.
Stumble to the telephone, almost trip on something in the hall
Chorus:
Last run through Indiana, time to go home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
There's a trainmaster waiting with my watch, 30 years in Gold.
The boys down at the union hall, joked about me gettin way too old.
Watched the Good Lord as he did his work, sending down the rain. Sunshine to Ohio's corn, Indiana's amber waves of grain.
Chorus:
Last run through Indiana, time to go home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
Repeat Chorus:
Last run through Indiana, time to go home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
just 200 miles then I'll be going home.
[This message has been edited by Louis (edited 04-21-2006).]