Train Songs

Blue Side Of The Track | Midnight Zephyr | | Old Red Caboose | For Old Trains | Cotton Pickin' Railroad Blues | Freight Train From Texas |
Train To El Paso | Train To Amarillo | An Old Hobo Again | Rollin' Down That Railroad Track | Down The Heartbreak Line | Midnight Flier |
New Time Zone | Ghost Train | Riding The Rails Of The Outward Bound | I'm A Hobo | Girl In High Heeled Slippers | Iron Horse Rolling On |
Outbound Train At Noon Blues | Last Train To San Antone | Osage Route | Hobos Found Dixie Bound | Thousand Miles To Home |
Roll On Away Coal Train | South Bound Freight | Blues Are A Good Man Feelin' Bad | Loco Locomotive Man | Pocono Locomotive |
Texas Midnight Zephyr | Canadian Pacific | Rock Island Line | Texas Cannonball | Happy Sound Of The Homeward Bound |
Son Of A Railroad Man | The Happiness Train | Freight Train Racing Down A Hill | That Lonesome Whistle Blowin' | Gotta Drive That Train |
A Thousand Miles Of Track Behind | Wreckage Along The Railroad | Wreck Of The Fireball Mail | Everyone Loves A Train Song |
Hobos Ditched On The Gila Monster Route | Boxcar On The Outbound | Here Comes That Midnight Train | Wreck Of The Old 97 |
Lost Dream Train Of Mine | Lonely Horn Of The Outbound Train | Moonlight Special | Folsom Prison Line | High Noon To Yuma | Boxcar Bob |
Locomotive Number Nine | Shadow Hobo Joe | Phoenix Outbound Freight Railroad | Soft Brown Eyes Leaving On A Train | Old Number Forty Five |
Freight Train | One Last Train To Ride | Back Roads Of My Mind | Texas Zephyr | Texas Rocket | They Named Me The Train | Laying Down Tracks To San Antone |
Balling The Jack | Rounder On The Railroad | Main Track Back To You | Freight Train Lullaby | Farewell Train | Rocky Mountain Howdy | Inbound Train |
Burlington Northern And Santa Fe | Wreck On The Railroad | Big Coal Black Freight Train | Blue Midnight Special | Ribbons Of The Land | Railroad Tramp |
Tramp Along The Track | Last Train From Maine | Locomotive Painted Black | I Heard Train Engines Running | Night Train On The Midnight Line |
Watch That Train A-Rolling |

	Blue Side Of The Track (Larry W. Jones 10/30/2006) (song#4108) This old town seems empty and cold Even the sky has turned to black All my dreams have been put on hold My baby's on a new found track Every railroad track has two directions Now, one goes forward, one goes back She's on that new disappearin' section And I'm walkin' the blue side of the track Yeah, I'm walkin' the blue side of the track Still tryin' to figure out what went wrong Somethin' tells me I'll never get her back When she left, she said I couldn't come along Yeah, I'm walkin' the blue side of the track Somethin' tells me I'll never get her back That girl was the center of my world But now my world is filled with pain My heart on her little finger was twirled But she didn't linger for that outbound train Every railroad track has two directions Now, one goes forward, one goes back She's on that new disappearin' section And I'm walkin' the blue side of the track I'm walkin' the blue side of the track Midnight Zephyr (Larry W. Jones 11/05/2007) (song#4120) Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Keep your big 'ol wheels rollin' down the track Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr The way I feel, my goal ain't to be comin' back I've got a mind to pack and go Like a forty mule Borax team I wanna find your stack aglow Pourin' out smoke and steam She ran away with another man But I ain't beggin' on my knees I'm rollin' away fast as I can On that Midnight Zephyr breeze Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Keep your big 'ol wheels rollin' down the track Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr The way I feel, my goal ain't to be comin' back I'll be on my way down to Santa Fe With a whistle stop in San Antone Don't look for me neither night or day When that last trestle finds me gone She'll be sorry for not doin' me right On a starry night I'll be on her mind Like a bird in flight I'll be out of sight Listnin' to that Midnight Zephyr whine Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Keep your big 'ol wheels rollin' down the track Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr The way I feel, my goal ain't to be comin' back Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Woo woo, Midnight Zephyr Old Red Caboose (Larry W. Jones 11/30/2006) (song#4194) He was feeble of leg and of limb Glasses told his sight was dim He put his pocket watch away After forty years of railroad use And he thought about the days Spent in the old red caboose Yes, he was feeble of leg and of limb And glasses told his sight was dim He could barely see the signal's glow Though he could hear the whistle's blow He knew there was no more excuse For ridin' in the old red caboose Every day younger men would show And he knew it was time for him to go He knew they'd be tested by the rain And when the train plowed the snow But it was time for him to turn it loose And say goodbye to the old red caboose He put his pocket watch away After forty years of railroad use And he thought about the days Spent in the old red caboose And he thought about the days Spent in the old red caboose For Old Trains (Larry W. Jones 11/30/2006) (song#4199) Me and my brothers, when we were boys Didn't bring our mother too much joy When we'd sneak off to watch the trains rolling by I remember that lonesome whistle sound That our mother heard for miles around We'd wave and the conductor would wave goodbye Now those old trains don't run like they used to There came hard times in railroad land Everybody was poor, couldn't lend a hand Shiny new locomotives go flying by For old trains I hang my head and sigh On the banks of the San Jacinto we would stand Three boys with fishin' poles in our hands We'd marvel at the smoke so black Coming from that old trains' smokin' stack For old trains I still dream at night When an old locomotive whistle whined It would call us down to the river to play Now they're still in these dreams of mine Dreams that seem will never drift away Now those old trains don't run like they used to There came hard times in railroad land Everybody was poor, couldn't lend a hand Shiny new locomotives go flying by For old trains I hang my head and sigh Cotton Pickin' Railroad Blues (Larry W. Jones 12/24/2006) (song#4253) Now, I was born in Texarkana In the middle of a cotton patch Yeah, I was born in Texarkana Not far from the railroad track I picked cotton in the heat of day Heard the train's whistle at night I picked cotton in the heat of day Thought of disappearin' from sight That old train's load of new cotton Disappeared down the track from view I rode some dreams I've forgotten With the cotton pickin' railroad blues Now, my Daddy was a cotton picker My Mama was a hard working soul Now, what can I say about my sister Except that Texarkana took its toll When I think about pickin' cotton I just put on my travellin' shoes And on the track of dreams forgotten Sing the cotton pickin' railroad blues That old train's load of new cotton Disappeared down the track from view I rode some dreams I've forgotten With the cotton pickin' railroad blues When I think about pickin' cotton I just put on my travellin' shoes And on the track of dreams forgotten Sing the cotton pickin' railroad blues Freight Train From Texas (Larry W. Jones 01/09/2007) (song#4305) When I was just a kid, I did what most kids did Or at least those who lived along the tracks When school was out, in Summer I found out What the magic of freight trains was all about Two cold rails of steel A thousand hot freight train wheels That sound sent my wild dreams down the track And those dreams were bound to never come back Freight train from Texas, freight train from Texas Dreams never to return, turn, turn, never to return When I heard that freight train whistle roar It sounded like an outbound musical score Mama couldn't keep me from chasing that freight train lore Every night when I went to sleep My dreams were freight train deep And before too long, I was singin' that freight train song Freight train from Texas, freight train from Texas Dreams never to return, turn, turn, never to return I hopped on an outward bound, to see what could be found There were dreams I had to catch in that freight train sound I've heard it said of trains, somehow they mesmerize brains Every time a freight train rolled through I found out I was one of those fools too That world of mine would never be the same Freight train from Texas, freight train from Texas Dreams never to return, turn, turn, never to return Dreams never to return, turn, turn, never to return Freight train dreams never to return Train To El Paso (Larry W. Jones 01/26/2007) (song#4355) I'm boarding the train to El Paso Got my ticket right here in my hand I'm boarding the train to El Paso Gonna find me some west Texas sand I left that girl back in Dallas You know, she treated this poor cowboy bad Never seen a girl so callous Now read this El Paso paper employment ad I'm boarding the train to El Paso Where it don't hardly ever rain, I am told I'm boarding the train to El Paso Gonna find myself a true love I can hold Thank goodness Texas is as wide as it is A cowboy can find a place to hide that is his I've died inside cause love's gone amiss I'm boarding the train to El Paso without a kiss - instrumental - I'm boarding the train to El Paso Got my ticket right here in my hand I'm boarding the train to El Paso Gonna find me some west Texas sand I'm boarding the train to El Paso Gonna find me some west Texas sand Train To Amarillo (Larry W. Jones 01/26/2007) (song#4359) Is this the train to Amarillo, I heard somebody say And it was plain I'd heard that voice before I was so surprised when she looked into my eyes But before I could reply, she turned and stepped away I was standing in the rain as I called out her name Then she turned back to me and I heard her cries The dining car waiter poured our past Up to the brim of the tall wine glass And we talked over times we both held dear The Great Plains train whistle blew As through the Texas night we flew Knowing that Amarillo would soon be near Amarillo summer nights when we were young Were now igniting old memories one by one We were two older dreamers, it was plain On a midnight screamer, the Amarillo train We were two older dreamers, it was plain On a midnight screamer, the Amarillo train When we got to the station, I kissed her goodbye She had to go on to Santa Fe How in all creation did I lose her to another guy I still wonder to this very day - instrumental - The dining car waiter poured our past Up to the brim of the tall wine glass And we talked over times we both held dear The Great Plains train whistle blew As through the Texas night we flew Knowing that Amarillo would soon be near Amarillo summer nights when we were young Were now igniting old memories one by one We were two older dreamers, it was plain On a midnight screamer, the Amarillo train We were two older dreamers, it was plain On a midnight screamer, the Amarillo train An Old Hobo Again (Larry W. Jones 02/02/2007) (song#4371) I listen to the rumble and the lonesome whistle blow Of another old freight train as it rolls on by so slow I listen to the clatter and the chatter of the wheels Only an old hobo like me could ever know how it feels Hear the freight train whistle blow Hear the freight train whistle blow Hear those wheels go clickety clack As it rumbles slowly down the track I know there's an old hobo Grumbling on his way back From wherever he's been down the track When I hear that freight train whistle blow And I hear those wheels go clickety clack I'm an old hobo again who knows he can't go back When night time comes, I listen Even if the time is getting late I listen for the train of dreams That old slow moving freight And when I hear that lonesome sound That only comes from an outward bound I become an old hobo again Hopping that old slow freight train I know there's an old hobo Grumbling on his way back From wherever he's been down the track When I hear that freight train whistle blow And I hear those wheels go clickety clack I'm an old hobo again who knows he can't go back Rollin' Down That Railroad Track (Larry W. Jones 02/04/2007) (song#4385) See that locomotive comin' with a flaming stack Eight big wheels a-rollin' down the track I wonder if he'll ever be a-comin' back From rollin' and a-rollin' down that railroad track I wonder how that 'ol locomotive engineer feels With his hand on the throttle burnin' up the steel Don't you know he wouldn't trade for a Cadillac Keeping that locomotive a-rollin' down the track Twenty flat cars and forty nine box cars too Enough to make a hobo's teeth shake a-loose That locomotive's loaded but he's got the juice Rollin' down that track like a flyin' goose - train whistle and harmonica - I wonder how that 'ol locomotive engineer feels With his hand on the throttle burnin' up the steel Don't you know he wouldn't trade for a Cadillac Keeping that locomotive a-rollin' down the track One of these days I'm gonna pack my sack Hop aboard a freight goin' clickety-clack I wonder if I'll ever be a-comin' back From rollin' and a-rollin' down that railroad track Rollin' and a-rollin' down that railroad track Rollin' and a-rollin' down that railroad track Rollin' and a-rollin' down... [outbound whistle] Down The Heartbreak Line (Larry W. Jones 03/30/2007) (song#4550) Bright light shinin' down a railroad track Night train whinin' with a flaming stack Listen to the whistle leavin' me behind Takin' my baby down the Heartbreak Line Choo choo rollin' down the Heartbreak Line Well, I thought my baby's love was true Now she's gone with somebody I never knew Down The Heartbreak Line I wouldn't buy a ticket even if I could I'm singin' like a cricket on old dead wood About that uptown baby of mine Down The Heartbreak Line Choo choo rollin' down the Heartbreak Line - instrumental - I wouldn't buy a ticket even if I could I'm singin' like a cricket on old dead wood About that uptown baby of mine Down The Heartbreak Line Choo choo rollin' down the Heartbreak Line Choo choo, choo choo Down The Heartbreak Line I wouldn't buy a ticket even if I could I'm singin' like a cricket on old dead wood About that uptown baby of mine Down The Heartbreak Line Choo choo rollin' down the Heartbreak Line Midnight Flier (Larry W. Jones 04/09/2007) (song#4571) Your love is now a lying thing Heartaches are all it brings A truer love's what I require I'm gonna roll, roll, roll on the midnight flier I'm leavin' town on the midnight flier I'm gonna roll, roll, roll Away from this mire So, shovel that coal, coal, coal To the midnight flier, the midnight flier - instrumental - Your love that once was sweet Now lies in shame at your feet I'm not to blame for this, dear And you can claim my every tear I'm leavin' town on the midnight flier I'm gonna roll, roll, roll Away from this mire So, shovel that coal, coal, coal To the midnight flier, the midnight flier So, shovel that coal, coal, coal To the midnight flier, the midnight flier New Time Zone (Larry W. Jones 03/07/2007) (song#4501) I saw a big eight wheeler comin' down the track With the whistle blowin' and a flamin' stack And it was travelin' on, to a new time zone That was all I had to see, and it called to me My new home, you see, is a hundred box cars long And I'm travelin' on, to some new time zone Now, that woman of mine and I were doin' fine But she got to drinkin' a little too much wine And talkin' on the phone, until the early dawn I didn't know it then, but it was not her kin She done her daddy wrong, and I'm now long gone I'm in my new home, a hundred box cars long I asked the engineer nice, blow the whistle twice So she can hear it moan, as I'm travelin' on Now, all you guys at home who's payin' the price For a two timin' woman who's love is cold as ice Better take my advice and treat the engineer nice In your new found home, a hundred box cars long I gave no regard stoppin' at the switchin' yard I'm through with bein' hitched, my heart is scarred And I'm travelin' on, to some new time zone I hopped a big eight wheeler comin' down the track With the whistle blowin' and a flamin' stack Now I'm a-travelin' on, to a new time zone Travelin' on, to a new time zone Travelin' on, to a new time zone Travelin' on... Ghost Train (Larry W. Jones 04/26/2007) (song#4613) The old train was standing on the side track Four hobos climbin' in the boxcar at the back I decided to take a look in the old car up front That's when I heard the whistle and the bump Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Me and four hobos ridin' to the twilight zone tonight Ghost train went clickity clack, clickity clack and bump As it rattled on down the tracks with a thumpity thump Then it went through a tunnel so dark a cat couldn't see Hobos were screamin', scared my 'ol heart right out of me Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Me and four hobos ridin' to the twilight zone tonight Said to myself, sonny this train ride's the end of you Now it ain't so funny when a sane man goes crazy too I can't understand it all or just how I got back here It must have been a dream down a train track of fear Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Ghost train, ghost train we ride Me and four hobos ridin' to the twilight zone tonight Riding The Rails Of The Outward Bound (Larry W. Jones 05/10/2007) (song#4639) Looking out this open boxcar door At the cold heavy falling snows Around the midnight train it blows And on the tattered plywood floor Thinking of the crackle of a hobo's fire Is just another thing to get me down Wondering why I'm on this midnight flyer Riding the rails of the outward bound Another blue monday, another new town There's not a lot for lonely hobos to do I've seen faces staring at the ground But the only one I'm caring about is you I read all of last week's funny papers One had teardrops falling off a clown Funny how folks laugh at hobo's capers Riding the rails of the outward bound - instrumental - Another blue monday, another new town There's not a lot for lonely hobos to do I've seen faces staring at the ground But the only one I'm caring about is you I listen for footsteps of the railroad bull Hoping I don't see him at my boxcar door And if this coat had a little bit more wool Maybe I could feel as warm as I was before And the winter this year is sure to last I'm headin' south where the sun is found On down the tracks far away from my past Riding the rails of the outward bound I'm A Hobo (Larry W. Jones 05/17/2007) (song#4650) Well, I was asked, how come I don't work like real men do Now, how can I be at work and be a hobo too Freight train's a-comin' and the sky is blue I'm gonna be a hobo 'til my life is through Where the four winds blow, I'm a hobo Where the four winds blow, that's where I've been Where the four winds blow, I'm a hobo On any old feight train comin' 'round the bend Well, I was asked, what do I do with the money I earn Now, if I ever had money, it was money to burn I used to have a job with a good return But now I'm just a hobo with no concern Where the four winds blow, I'm a hobo Where the four winds blow, that's where I've been Where the four winds blow, I'm a hobo On any old feight train comin' 'round the bend When the summer time comes, I'll be headin' north When the winter time comes, I'll be headin' south When it's spring time or autumn, it's east or west Any place is best as long as I can stuff my mouth Where the four winds blow, I'm a hobo Where the four winds blow, that's where I've been Where the four winds blow, I'm a hobo On any old feight train comin' 'round the bend Girl In High Heeled Slippers (Larry W. Jones 05/20/2007) (song#4666) Now, come all you rounders and you will hear Of Janie Jones, wife of a locomotive engineer Janie Jones was Casey's wife, she was the wife of a railroad man John Luther Jones rode the Illinois Central to the promised land Janie knew Casey Jones loved a locomotive But she didn't know Casey would make history Janie saw Casey climb aboard a locomotive Called the New Orleans Special on the old I.C. Janie's husband pulled into Memphis on train Number Four Old Sam Tate was scheduled down to Canton but Sam was ill When Illinois Central asked for a volunteer, Casey said, I will If I can have Simon Webb, my fireman true, and engine number 382 Engine 382 was a Rogers Ten Wheeler, six drivers strong A powerful locomotive and fast for the likes of Casey Jones The big wheels were six feet high, made for railroad zippers Casey Jones called her The Old Girl In High Heeled Slippers Janie Jones saw Casey mounted in the cabin Janie Jones saw Casey with orders in his hand Janie Jones saw Casey mounted in the cabin On his farewell journey to the promised land Casey pulled out of Memphis nearly two hours late Soon he had train Number One at a breakneck rate Janie thought she could hear the new train whistle moan And she knew the engineer was her man, Casey Jones Casey yelled to Simon through the night time wind Simon, open up the boiler door and heave the coal in Simon Webb gave the coal shovel everything he had Anything to make Canton on time for a railroad lad Water in Sardis and Grenada in the early morn It was April 30, 1900 near the town of Vaughn Train Number One was now only two minutes late Seventy miles an hour, Casey didn't see the freight Train Number Eighty Three was still on the main line Casey yelled, jump Simon, while you still have time At 3:52 in the morning with the throttle in his hand Janie never knew her husband went to the promised land Janie Jones with three children were left to mourn Her husband, Casey lost his life on that April morn Now only God knows if he will see divine grace All we know is no one will ever take Casey's place Janie Jones said he died at the throttle Janie Jones was the wife of a railroad man Janie Jones said he died at the throttle Casey Jones rode the girl in high heeled slippers To the promised land Iron Horse Rolling On (Larry W. Jones 06/01/20070 (song#4693) Down along the river valleys Up across the Great Divide All would hear the rolling thunder That would not be denied White smoke along rails of steel Flaming stack and rolling wheels Heading toward the western sea Writing into the pages of history Rolling thunder heading west Treading rails in some new quest Listen to that whistle moan Iron horse rolling on and on Iron horse rolling on Rolling over trestles spanning rivers wild Iron men manning tenders where coal is piled Listen to that whistle moan Iron horse rolling on and on Iron horse rolling on - instrumental - White smoke along rails of steel Flaming stack and rolling wheels Heading toward the western sea Writing into the pages of history Rolling thunder heading west Treading rails in some new quest Listen to that whistle moan Iron horse rolling on and on Iron horse rolling on Outbound Train At Noon Blues (Larry W. Jones 06/02/2007) (song#4697) When I woke up this morning Skies were cloudy, it was raining too When I woke up this morning Skies were cloudy, it was raining too My good gal, she done told me She's leaving on the outbound train at noon I asked my good gal why she was leaving Why she was leaving so soon I asked my good gal why she was leaving Why she was leaving so soon My good gal, well she told me She was tired of grieving and wearing her worn out shoes When I woke up this morning My good gal was on a short fuse When I woke up this morning My good gal was on a short fuse Now I've got to tell you fellas I've got the outbound train at noon blues - instrumental - My good gal, well she told me She was tired of grieving and wearing her worn out shoes I tried to reason with my baby But anything I said was no use I tried to reason with my baby But anything I said was no use My good gal, she done told me She's leaving on the outbound train at noon When I said goodbye this morning My good gal was on a short fuse When I said goodbye this morning My good gal was on a short fuse Now I've got to tell you fellas I've got the outbound train at noon blues Last Train To San Antone (Larry W. Jones 06/11/2007) (song#4719) Somewhere there's a brand new cowboy waiting to be born In a barn somewhere there's a sheep waiting to be shorn One of them is waiting for the daylight of the morn And one of them is wondering what will keep it warm I'm waiting at the station and my hair is all wind blown And big wheels are turning on the last train to San Antone There's a DJ on the radio with more sad songs to play There's a girl who passed my way and wanted me to stay I listened to them both and all I have to say Is play another sad song and I'll be on my way - instrumental - This one way train ticket is the only thing on earth I own And big wheels are turning on the last train to San Antone I'm waiting in a line that's now my destiny Looking for a sign as to where it's leading me The train is headed south, listen to it moan There's only one way out, down to San Antone And big wheels are turning And big wheels are turning And big wheels are turning on the last train to San Antone Osage Route (Larry W. Jones 06/25/2007) (song#4738) She rolled into sight a mile up the track Working up steam with her brake shoes slack Her whistle moaned when at the whistle post Stopping at the station like a lonesome ghost Old John heard the roar on the polished steel Of steam drivers pounding on six big wheels The flanges made a screech on ribbons of rail As she rolled along west on the prairie trail - instrumental - Old John got ready and he took a chance He climbed aboard to do the hobo's dance He reached up high for the end door pin Opened up the door and Old John climbed in Old John didn't bother with counting sheep He just crawled on in and went fast asleep The whistle moaned as she high balled out With Old John headed west on the Osage Route Hobos Found Dixie Bound (Larry W. Jones 07/01/2007) (song#4753) Slow freight train rollin' Makin' a drowsy sound In the boxcars sleepin' Are hobos Dixie bound Wobblin', rockin', rollin' Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay Engineer at the throttle Conductor in the caboose Hobos sharin' a bottle Tryin' to take a snooze Wobblin', rockin', rollin' Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay No more cold and rain Past the Mason Dixon line Hobos goin' home again Where Dixie sun will shine Wobblin', rockin', rollin' Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay Dixie has the sunshine No more skies of grey Hobos on the Dixie line Sleepin' in the hay Wobblin', rockin', rollin' Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay Wobblin', rockin', rollin' Freight train on its way Hobos found Dixie bound Down to Mobile Bay Thousand Miles To Home (Larry W. Jones 08/04/2007) (song#4797) Well, here I am walking along the track Thinking of writing another letter home To tell my folks that I'll be coming back Cause I've run out of places I want to roam When I hear that home bound train in the night A ticket to home will ease the pain and the fright It's a thousand miles to where I'm goin' And I know that a thousand smiles will be showin' When I ride that train a thousand miles home - instrumental - I'll have to pawn my guitar and rings Because I've already pawned my dreams Gonna go through the third class ticket turnstile And watch the countryside pass a thousand miles Well, one thing for sure I know No more am I gonna roam I'm gonna live my life poor but slow In a thousand miles when I get home I know when I hear that home bound train in the night A ticket to home will ease the pain and the fright It's a long old thousand miles to where I'm goin' And I know a thousand smiles will be showin' When I ride that train a thousand miles to home Roll On Away Coal Train (Larry W. Jones 08/05/2007) (song#4802) Well, I pound a nine pound hammer That's a little too heavy for my size Yeah, I pound a nine pound hammer That's a little too heavy for my size Wish I could go down in the valley And be with my baby til sunrise Roll on away coal train Roll on away from here Roll on away coal train And take away my cares Take your load of number nine coal And let me see your big wheels roll Roll on away coal train Roll on away from here Well, it's a long way from Leavenworth To home sweet home I'll never see This nine pound hammer that strikes the earth Is gonna be the end of me - instrumental - Well, this nine pound hammer that I own Is gonna take a mighty toll And you can carve this on my headstone He died poundin' that lignite coal Roll on away coal train Roll on away from here Roll on away coal train And take away my cares Take your load of number nine coal And let me see your big wheels roll Roll on away coal train Roll on away from here South Bound Freight (Larry W. Jones 08/14/2007) (song#4833) Well, I've been so lonesome for San Antone And that Lone Star State seems so far away But now I hear that south bound freight train song I'll be ridin' down to Texas today I've spent by best years gaily ram'blin And now it's time to head on back On top of an old box car am'blin' Down that old south bound railroad track South bound freight, south bound freight Take me down to San Antone and don't be late South bound freight, south bound freight Take be south down to that Lone Star Texas State - instrumental - I've been like an old stray cat far away from home It's been my way of life to roam But I was born in Texas outside San Antone South bound freight, let me hear you moan I see that south bound freight a-rollin' Blowin' black smoke from her stack Down to Texas where I'm a-goiin' San Antone is somewhere down her track South bound freight, south bound freight Take me down to San Antone and don't be late South bound freight, south bound freight Take be south down to that Lone Star Texas State Blues Are A Good Man Feelin' Bad (Larry W. Jones 08/27/2007) (song#4883) Well, I'm hoppin' a freight train Headin' for another town There's nothin' good here to gain Just sadness hangin' around Oh, now the blues, they ain't nothin' That many a good man ain't had Hobos told me about hurtin' Blues are a good man feelin' bad I never asked that woman for a favor I can't believe how she put me down Being a hobo might be a life saver I'm takin' this freight train out of town - instrumental - I never asked that woman for a favor I can't believe how she put me down Being a hobo might be a life saver I'm takin' this freight train out of town I'm gonna ride this old B & O Up that old Chicago railroad track I'm feelin' so put down and put low That I just might never set foot back Oh, now the blues, they ain't nothin' That many a good man ain't had Hobos told me about hurtin' Blues are a good man feelin' bad Oh yeah, hobos told me about hurtin' Blues are just a good man feelin' so bad Loco Locomotive Man (Larry W. Jones 09/01/2007) (song#4899) Coal black smoke was pouring from the stack Six wheel drivers made the engine moan The locomotive was racing down the track Shaking everybody down to the bone The train was rocking as away it ran All of the passengers could only groan On a train driven fast by a loco locomotive man This passenger train is gonna roll as fast as it can The laughing engineer said as he pushed the throttle home All thought the end was near with a loco locomotive man At the throttle singing his loco locomotive song - instrumental - All thought the end was near with a loco locomotive man At the throttle singing his loco locomotive song Then over the top of the coal car climbed old Hobo Dan He had been riding the rails since railroads began Hobo Dan said, I've been riding the rails without a plan But never with a loco locomotive man To the cab he made his way and fought with the engineer Old Dan saved the day as he eased the throttle down On his knees was this advice, as he knew his end was near All you passengers, listen and give me your ear Never ride with a loco locomotive man Never ride with a loco locomotive man Pocono Locomotive (Larry W. Jones 09/08/2007) (song#4925) I met a restless heart in Pennsylvania I thought that sweet girl was gonna be mine I might as well have been in Romania That old locomotive left me behind It was the Pocono Locomotive She boarded and I still don't know her motive As she looked at me out the window pane She saw I was crying standing in the rain It was the Pocono Locomotive She left and won't be coming back again, on That old locomotive that she boarded The Pocono Locomotive midnight train I heard eight big wheels rumble Pulling cars on past the hobo jungle I sure wish she'd come on back Down that Pocono Locomotive track I would stand out in the rain For that old Pennsylvania midnight train - instrumental - It was the Pocono Locomotive She boarded and I still don't know her motive As she looked at me out the window pane She saw I was crying standing in the rain It was the Pocono Locomotive She left and won't be coming back again, on That old locomotive that she boarded The Pocono Locomotive midnight train Why that girl up and left me Never will be known She hit the track, won't be back Now I'm on my own I heard eight big wheels rumble Pulling cars on past the hobo jungle I sure wish she'd come on back Down that Pocono Locomotive track I would stand out in the rain For that old Pennsylvania midnight train Texas Midnight Zephyr (Larry W. Jones 09/21/2007) (song#4987) Well, look 'round the bend a-rollin' Rollin' on down that railroad track Yeah, look 'round the bend a-rollin' Rollin' on down that railroad track That night train is called the Texas Midnight Zephyr Rockin' my blue eyed darlin' back Well, she's been down to Florida Getting some warm sand in her shoes I've been waiting in hot Texas Feeling these cold and lonesome blues She's rollin' in on that Texas Midnight Zephyr Now these old blues I'm gonna lose - instrumental - Well, she's been down to Florida Getting some warm sand in her shoes I've been waiting in hot Texas Feeling these cold and lonesome blues She's rollin' in on that Texas Midnight Zephyr Now these old blues I'm gonna lose Hey Joe, look around the bend a-rollin' That Texas Midnight Zephyr's on the line Well Joe, my poor heart it'll be consolin' Look at her big ol' Texas headlight shine That night train is called the Texas Midnight Zephyr Rollin' my darlin' on the midnight line Canadian Pacific (Larry W. Jones 09/22/2007) (song#5000) From east to west, coast to coast, night and day See the rollin' of big wheels on their way Diesel hummin' to the engineer's command The Canadian Pacific is rolling across the land She's the pride of Canada as she flies From Montreal across the Great Divide By Lake Louise and through great deserts dry Watch as the Canadian Pacific goes rollin' by The Canadian Pacific goes rollin' down the track Five thousand miles she rolls out to the coast and back Five thousand miles to roll, five thousand miles to go Five thousand miles she rolls out to the coast and back - instrumental - Beside the line, a cowboy, in a battered Stetson hat Farther along, a housewife, hangs clothes on a line out back They both pause to see a special train as she fairly flies Watch as the Canadian Pacific goes rollin' by Hear her whistle blowin' neath Canadian stars at night Saluting all who crosses and for those who built the track Remember all the coolies and others who spent their prime So the Canadian gets to the Pacific on time The Canadian Pacific goes rollin' down the track Five thousand miles she rolls out to the coast and back Five thousand miles to roll, five thousand miles to go Five thousand miles she rolls out to the coast and back Watch as the Canadian Pacific goes rollin' by Rock Island Line (Larry W. Jones 10/19/2007) (song#5092) Well, the Rock Island Line was a mighty fine line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it's time You can't buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line The hobos all cried when they lost their ride They lost their ride when the Rock Island died Well, the Rock Island Line was a mighty fine line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it's time You can't buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line Heard lots of shoutin' from the stevedores When the old Rock Island Line closed its doors Well, the Rock Island Line was a mighty fine line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it's time You can't buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line Now, I might be wrong or I might be right I thought I dreamed of that Rock Island light Well, the Rock Island Line was a mighty fine line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it's time You can't buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line Yeah, the Rock Island Line was the railroad to ride But now the old Rock Island Line has seen it's time You can't buy a ticket on the Rock Island Line Texas Cannonball (Larry W. Jones 10/24/2007) (song#5107) I'm a-rollin' back to Texas It's the big Lone Star State for me Where pecan trees grow and the oil wells flow Texas is home sweet home to me Good folks there will meet you and then greet you With a great big loud Howdy Y'all I say I'm blessed cause I'm a-rollin' west On the fast Texas Cannonball On the Texas Cannonball, Texas Cannonball Just listen as the whistle calls out Howdy Y'all I know there's a cowgirl waitin' And she's the fairest of them all I say I'm blessed cause I'm a-rollin' west On the fast Texas Cannonball - instrumental - Now, when I cross that old Sabine I'll see miles and miles of Texas It's the best state I've ever seen Just put my name where the X is On the Texas Cannonball, Texas Cannonball Just listen as the whistle calls out Howdy Y'all I know there's a cowgirl waitin' And she's the fairest of them all I say I'm blessed cause I'm a-rollin' west On the fast Texas Cannonball Transcontinental Railway (Larry W. Jones 10/31/2007) (song#5124) I'm takin' the transcontinental railway To get my mind in repose I'm takin' the transcontinental railway Gotta find where love still grows I've packed my overnighter Got my ticket in my hand Nothing could be more righter Than takin' a train so grand Eleven, departing the station this morning Yearning, my heart will no longer be in mourning Seven, I'm arriving at seven tomorrow Seems like heaven, I'll no longer be in sorrow - instrumental - Oh, I don't know why I ever went astray From my dear loving homestead shack I'm takin' the transcontinental railway Transcontinental railway back Oh, I don't know why I ever went astray From my dear loving homestead shack I'm takin' the transcontinental railway Transcontinental railway back Happy Sound Of The Homeward Bound (Larry W. Jones 02/20/2008) (song#5301) Well, I've been up north where the snow falls down And the sun, it don't hardly ever shine So, I'm ridin' the rails now, homeward bound Down to Dixieland for to ease my mind Down to Dixieland for to ease my mind Some folks are bad but most are good Most everywhere that this old train track goes I belong where it's understood That love grows stronger than a river flows Like the Mississippi runs from the melting snow Dixieland sons know where their home is found They're the ones who run away from the cold and woe With the happy sound of the homeward bound With the happy sound of the homeward bound - instrumental - Well, the happy sound of the homeward bound Is the click and the clack of railroad steel Not a happier man could there be found None could feel better than the way I feel None could feel better than the way I feel Like the Mississippi runs from the melting snow Dixieland sons know where their home is found They're the ones who run away from the cold and woe With the happy sound of the homeward bound With the happy sound of the homeward bound Son Of A Railroad Man (Larry W. Jones 02/29/2008) (song#5319) Well, I'm the son of a railroad man Son of a railroad man I've ridden rails all across this land Yeah, I'm the son of a railroad man Well, my Daddy was a railroad man Folks knew him from far away He could be gentle or tough as nails Yeah, my Daddy was a railroad man Along mountains, plains and bay And his tales were as long as the rails Well, I'm the son of a railroad man Son of a railroad man I've ridden rails all across this land Yeah, I'm the son of a railroad man - instrumental - Now, I was born by the great divide Where the mountains reached the sky The railroad could never be denied So I learned railroading from my Dad Only way of life I had I'll be railroading until I die Well, I'm the son of a railroad man Son of a railroad man I've ridden rails all across this land Yeah, I'm the son of a railroad man The Happiness Train (Larry W. Jones 04/01/2008) (song#5359) Come on, it's time to board The happiness train Sometimes this world will let you down And you don't feel like you can win Well brother, don't you wear a frown Just get back on your feet again Behind clouds you'll find the sunshine A silver line comes with the rain Come on, get on this train of mine All aboard the happiness train Tunnels look so dark, it is true Like days when you can't find a friend Come aboard, we're waiting for you Happiness is just 'round the bend - instrumental - Everyone needs an easy mind And someplace out of the cold rain Just listen to that happy whine Of the outbound happiness train The happiness train crosses all lands The happiness train spans the whole world Tickets are free for you and for me Come on everyone, give it a whirl Behind clouds you'll find the sunshine A silver line comes with the rain Come on, get on this train of mine All aboard the happiness train The happiness train The happiness train The happiness train Freight Train Racing Down A Hill (Larry W. Jones 04/11/2008) (song#5374) Every evening at half past eight Jake the bartender does his drill Hey buddy, you don't look so great I move to a corner table to concentrate A freight train racing down a hill Tried one day to figure it out I quit my job, a dead end route To be a slob without a doubt This life has robbed me of love's thrill A freight train racing down a hill Second to second, minute to minute And every hour that goes by That freight train I hear beckon With loads of pain, I reckon I don't stop to wonder why Here I am when the sun goes down Having my fun and drinking Crown Thinking of her, nowhere around A freight train racing down a hill - instrumental - Tried one day to figure it out I quit my job, a dead end route To be a slob without a doubt This life has robbed me of love's thrill A freight train racing down a hill Here I am when the sun goes down Having my fun and drinking Crown Thinking of her, nowhere around A freight train racing down a hill Freight train racing Freight train racing A freight train racing down a hill That Lonesome Whistle Blowin' (Larry W. Jones 04/27/2008) (song#5403) I saw that train a-rollin' down the line A-strainin' from the load but rollin' fine And when I heard that lonesome whistle blow I knew that it was time for me to go That lonesome whistle blowin' blows my mind My darlin' is as sweet as sugar cane I broke my darlin's heart, which was insane When I hear that whistle blow, it brings pain I was wrong, I know, that was so unkind That lonesome whistle blowin' blows my mind Railroad bull caught me farther down the rail I'm pulling time here in this lonesome jail He told me in a month that I'd be fine It's so dark in here, think I'm goin' blind That lonesome whistle blowin' blows my mind - instrumental - My darlin' is as sweet as sugar cane I broke my darlin's heart, which was insane When I hear that whistle blow, it brings pain I was wrong, I know, that was so unkind That lonesome whistle blowin' blows my mind This is such a shame, I know I'm to blame They've given me a number for a name Well, I sure do miss that sweet gal of mine A-way down on that Mason Dixon line That lonesome whistle blowin' blows my mind Gotta Drive That Train (Larry W. Jones 05/11/2008) (song#5421) Now, life's too short for yesterdays The sort of thing with no delays If life's ride is the bumpy kind Just slide up front and you may find Maybe while you were looking back Your life has jumped right off the track Now, it's alright to remember For that's just part of history But up front's where it's happening Up where there's so much mystery The real enjoyment of living Well, it's not back where we have been Just look forward with thanksgiving To another new year, or ten Life is searching all the byways Never should you ever refrain Because if you want to live life You have all GOTTA DRIVE THAT TRAIN Now, some folks ride the train of life But always looking out the rear Just watching miles of life roll by Silently marking off the years They just sit in sad rememberance Of wasted days and nights gone by Then they curse life for what it was And hang their mournful head and cry I don't concern myself with that Cause I took a different vent I look forward to what life holds And not backward to what I've spent So now, strap me to the engine Make it as secure as can be Cause I want to be out in front To see all life that I can see I want to feel the winds of change When it's blowing right in my face See the wheels of life rearrange Zeal for life, going place to place I want to see what life can cast Cause I'm not looking at the past A Thousand Miles Of Track Behind (Larry W. Jones 05/13/2008) (song#5425) On this old freight line, a hobo A thousand miles of track behind Don't know how many more I'll go Don't know when I ate the last time Keep wondering why she left me How could hate come from love sublime At one time she was my baby A thousand miles of track behind A thousand miles behind, I felt bad When I found out she was that kind She was the only love I had Oh, how could I have been so blind - instrumental - Never before was I this way Never a worry on my mind I keep thinking back with dismay A thousand miles of track behind Oh, I still love that woman so And she is still so intertwined In my mem'ry that's full of woe A thousand miles of track behind She has all those good lookin' charms Too bad she was the roving kind Back there I held her in my arms A thousand miles of track behind Oh, I still love that woman so A thousand miles of track behind Wreckage Along The Railroad (Larry W. Jones 06/05/2008) (song#5477) I'm just wreckage along the railroad, trash along the tracks It don't matter where this old railroad ends I'll just keep on riding because there ain't no turning back Though I never know what's around the bend I've met a lot of hobos just as much a wreck as I Shared a pot of soup and a drink or two I always tell them, I'll see you soon, instead of goodbye Then hop the next freight coming into view I've rolled through many towns, big and small, but I've never stayed I've looked at all the places far from home Oh, please don't pity me for this wrecked railroad masquerade I'll take a rain check on the dreams I've known - instrumental - I'm just wreckage along the railroad, on the same old tracks I'll ride these old rails til she's forgotten me I don't need much money and what I own is on my back I've still got miles to go and lots to see My poor heart's been wounded by an old love I couldn't win Played my cards for a queen and lost the bet I'll have to hide my tears and try to take it on the chin I'm just wreckage along the railroad of regret Wreck Of The Fireball Mail (Larry W. Jones 06/12/2008) (song#5486) One cold and rainy night, not a beam of moonlight The wind was blowing freezing rain straight down the rails The engineer was brave, gave his sweetheart a wave And climbed into the cabin of the Fireball Mail His sweetheart said, so long, the throttle sounded strong Nothing could go wrong with the Fireball Mail that night Though tonight apart, he had a song in his heart Tomorrow she would be his darling wedded wife Iron wheels made a clack as the train rolled down the track And the stack was glowing red as the black coal burned There was no sense of dread as the light shined ahead For his darling, the heart of the engineer yearned - instrumental - When he went around the curve, then froze every nerve For he observed a strange light speeding on the rails He saw the bad mistake as he pulled on air brakes Tonight was his final ride on the Fireball Mail Doubtful that he'd survive, they found him half alive Along the track in the wreck of the Fireball Mail He asked them to send a message to all his kin And to his darling waiting with her wedding veil There's a small cottage new, I bought for me and you I furnished it for you with love in great detail Darling, now it's yours alone, for soon I'll be gone Remember me and the wreck of the Fireball Mail Everyone Loves A Train Song (Larry W. Jones 06/27/2008) (song#5501) I heard the train a-coming on a Georgia night Cold rain was falling in the locomotive light She was waiting in the rain, waiting for the train She was an outbound woman Leaving on the outbound train was her scheme Left me standing in the rain Searching in vain, the reason for her dream Everyone loves a train song Cause everyone's heard the sound of the outward bound Everyone loves a train song Cause dreams seem to disappear where they can't be found Everyone loves a train song On a rainy night in Georgia, it don't seem right Everyone loves a train song But this old train song is breaking my heart tonight Play me another train song Though the feeling don't seem right Play me another train song On this rainy Georgia night - instrumental - Everyone loves a train song Cause everyone's heard the sound of the outward bound Everyone loves a train song Cause dreams seem to disappear where they can't be found Everyone loves a train song On a rainy night in Georgia, it don't seem right Everyone loves a train song But this old train song is breaking my heart tonight Play me another train song Though the feeling don't seem right Play me another train song On this rainy Georgia night Hobos Ditched On The Gila Monster Route (Larry W. Jones 07/07/2008) (song#5536) The setting sun shone across the plain Lit the rear door of an east bound train And gleamed on a rusty track close by Where hobos sat on a rotten tie They were ditched by a shack in cruel fate High-balled by the bull on their last freight The freight hit the line on a sanded rail When they pulled on out behind the mail Their train pulled away in the dark night All they could see was the red tail light The moon arose and the stars came out Hobos ditched on the Gila Monster Route Not a thing in sight but sand and space No place for hobos to feed their face No railyard shack for to rest their legs No hen house where hobos steal their eggs As they gazed out in the solitude Both dropped their heads and began to brood One spoke of the time he lost his mate In a hobo jungle o're a dinner plate They both looked around and at their feet A salamander they speared to eat Hobos deprived of their daily bread Cleared their dry throats with some Dago Red Their train pulled away in the dark night All they could see was the red tail light The moon arose and the stars came out Hobos ditched on the Gila Monster Route Boxcar On The Outbound (Larry W. Jones 07/29/2008) (song#5648) Beside the train tracks I was born The wild geese call was so forlorn When they called to me with their song Come and go with us your life long A boxcar on the outbound is my home It breaks my heart to see you cry Oh how I hate to say goodbye I'm sorry for my wayward song But like the wild geese, I must roam A boxcar on the outbound is my home It's just my way to try and find Some far off place I've never been And I can't face the ties that bind Although our friendship will now end An outbound train just rolled around the bend - instrumental - It breaks my heart to see you cry Oh how I hate to say goodbye I'm sorry for my wayward song But like the wild geese, I must roam A boxcar on the outbound is my home The call for love's inside of me But lasting love will never be A train just passed like geese that roam I'm sorry for my wayward song A boxcar on the outbound is my home I'm sorry for my wayward song A boxcar on the outbound is my home Here Comes That Midnight Train (Larry W. Jones 08/29/2008) (song#5787) Hear that lonesome whistle a-wailin' through the pines As I lay here on my pillow cryin' I feel the tears and try to cover up my head I'm wonderin' what's the use in tryin' Broken heart, here comes that midnight train Just like the one I know she's on Broken dreams, here comes that midnight train Rollin' to some far away dawn How I wish I knew where she's gone Here comes that midnight train I broke both her heart and mine Now both our hearts are filled with pain Hear that lonesome whistle whine Here comes that midnight train - instrumental - Broken heart, here comes that midnight train Just like the one I know she's on Broken dreams, here comes that midnight train Rollin' to some far away dawn How I wish I knew where she's gone Here comes that midnight train Broken dreams, here comes that midnight train Rollin' to some far away dawn How I wish I knew where she's gone Here comes that midnight train Here comes that midnight train Wreck Of The Old 97 (Larry W. Jones 11/03/2008) (song#5825) The route from Monroe to Spencer was rolling terrain Mail was there on time on the Southern Railway fast train The day, t'was a Sunday, in the year nineteen oh three September twenty seven went down in history The train had late arrival in Monroe, Virginia Ninety Seven had the speed like a fire within ya Just one hour late was nothing for this steam condenser Old Ninety Seven would make up that time to Spencer Many signs were posted to warn of steep grades and curves But the Fast Mail was driven by guts and steady nerves North Carolina was a hundred sixty six miles Engineer Broadey said he would make it there in style Danville's Stillhouse Trestle was seventy five feet high And old Ninety Seven made the approach on the fly To make that curve before the trestle was looking bleak Nine good men died at the bottom of Cherrystone Creek The wreck of the old Ninety Seven is history And just why it left the tracks is no man's mystery Now, Southern Railway wanted the mail to be on time But Danville's Stillhouse trestle was the end of the line All you fair ladies, when you write your love a letter Don't be so worried about getting it there on time Some engineer may speed even though he knows better The wreck of Old Ninety Seven wasn't worth your dime Lost Dream Train Of Mine (Larry W. Jones 12/24/2006) (song#4255) Hear that lonesome train roll by It keeps rolling on down the line Listen to that lonely whistle cry It's that lost dream train of mine Have you ever known a train so long A thousand wheels slowly crawling by I'd sing a song of what went wrong But it'd be so sad that I would cry Hear that 'ol lonesome whippoorwill There's a lost love he can't find She's like that train beyond the hill It's that lost dream train of mine Now, hear my lonesome blue guitar I can make these strings all whine Like the whistle on that train afar It's that lost dream train of mine Have you ever known a train so long A thousand wheels slowly crawling by I'd sing a song of what went wrong But it'd be so sad that I would cry Hear that 'ol lonesome whippoorwill There's a lost love he can't find She's like that train beyond the hill It's that lost dream train of mine Lonely Horn Of The Outbound Train (Larry W. Jones 03/25/2009) (song#5855) The sunshine has left this lonely valley Seems all that's left now is the cold and rain The forlorn sound through this lonely valley Is the lonely horn of the outbound train How many the years of lost tomorrows How many tears were shed by hearts in pain How many the loves now torn in sorrow By the lonely horn of the outbound train Our love was grown in a field of clover But it's over now and won't come again If I'd only known you'd be a rover With the lonely horn of the outbound train (instrumental) My heart is low and it feels like dying Trying to forget mem'ries that remain And yet it keeps right on with its crying At the lonely horn of the outbound train Our love was grown in a field of clover But it's over now and won't come again If I'd only known you'd be a rover With the lonely horn of the outbound train Moonlight Special (Larry W. Jones 04/01/2009) (song#5862) I met the friendly postman with the morning mail Your letter said that you'd be coming on the rail Dear, I'll meet you at the station tonight at nine Moonlight Special, be sure that you arrive on time Moonlight Special, blow your bull whistle for your friends Mr engineer, keep that throttle full round the bends Tonight I'll see my darlin', what a sight to see Moonlight Special, bringing my baby home to me That day she had to leave was when I had to grieve But she promised that she'd always be only mine Her letter came today and my heart is relieved Moonlight Special, be sure that you arrive on time (instrumental) Moonlight Special, blow your bull whistle for your friends Mr engineer, keep that throttle full round the bends Tonight I'll see my darlin', what a sight to see Moonlight Special, bringing my baby home to me Well, I hear that Moonlight Special balling the jack Her stack's a-smokin', headlight falling on the track That locomotive's movin', no more hills to climb Moonlight Special, you brought my baby right on time Folsom Prison Line (Larry W. Jones 07/10/2009) (song#5909) Now listen all you rounders to my sad and tragic tale As I lie here dying in this bad Folsom prison cell They brought me here on a train, said I had to do my time Though I'm not to blame, I came on that Folsom prison line Well, I've been in Folsom prison fifteen years til today The truth has not arisen that would take these chains away Another man is guilty and should take this place of mine I'm the one who took his place on that Folsom prison line I thought that we were buddies and would be until the end But both his hands were bloody and his words were just pretend Somebody said they saw me but the gun they ne'er did find The law didn't care, put me on that Folsom prison line (instrumental) How many times I've told my story, I don't really know I feel cold and lowly each time I hear that whistle blow Oh, I wish I could ride that train home to clear name sometime But I rode a one way trip on that Folsom prison line Now listen all you rounders to my sad and tragic tale As I lie here dying in this bad Folsom prison cell They brought me here on a train, said I had to do my time I'll die in shame 'cause I came on that Folsom prison line High Noon To Yuma (Larry W. Jones 07/16/2009) (song#5918) A ten-wheel Baldwin called the High Noon to Yuma Rolls the western rails with a mournful huffing sigh It's said you see a legend that's less than human When you see the High Noon to Yuma rolling by Longhorns at the siding dying from lack of rain Don't even know there's buzzards circling way up high The High Noon to Yuma is a fast flying train Trying to catch up with ghost riders in the sky Take care if the High Noon to Yuma's your concern Those rails to Yuma carries tales men can't explain Go tell your next of kin that you might not return Cowboy, think twice 'bout the High Noon to Yuma train That town's a stop on the rails to Petaluma Now, don’t take me wrong for the words I speak thereof But if you're bound to ride the High Noon to Yuma Leave behind your belongings and the one you love It's said you see a legend that's less than human That locomotive might just disappear for good If you set your sights on the High Noon to Yuma Cowboy, you’ll ride rails of steel not quite understood A ten-wheel Baldwin called the High Noon to Yuma Rolls the western rails with a mournful huffing sigh It's said you see a legend that's less than human When you see the High Noon to Yuma rolling by High Noon to Yuma High Noon to Yuma Cowboy, think twice about the High Noon to Yuma When you see the High Noon to Yuma rolling by Boxcar Bob (Larry W. Jones 07/18/2009) (song#5924) Eight cars behind in a slow rolling freight A hobo with Dago Red wine lay still Friend of mine, Boxcar Bob was my soul mate That he always was and he always will The old boxcar clinked on every passing link A tune Boxcar Bob called the hobos chime All I knew in a night as black as ink Bob was quite a friend for a long long time There have been some long rails we've traveled, Bob We were just two hobos that loved to roam We were ditched off the Gila Monster, Bob Over in New Mexico far from home We hid from railroad bulls in purple sage Alongside the tracks by Sandia Peak Up in Leadville we rode that narrow gage On the way to Penrose and Cripple Creek Bob, we rode the California Northern Down to San Diego just for a laugh Everything we owned except skin and bone We divided it all, Bob, half and half I remember your words, Bob, although hard You made me promise by heaven above If you were the one dealt the first death card That I'd bury you by the ones you love It's like the roundup in the old corral When the last of the cowboys come around Well, Boxcar Bob, you've been my hobo pal This old train is rollin' you homeward bound Locomotive Number Nine (Larry W. Jones 07/26/2009) (song#5949) Locomotive number nine rollin' in here right on time Tell me, where did my darlin' step off of your railroad line Now, there's one new bag I know she had, crossed in weaves of plaid And now it grieves me to think she might be the leaving kind Locomotive number nine rollin' in here right on time She got on this old Wabash line they call the Cannonball Baltimore ain't that far and she booked in a first class car I'm up against a wall, I don't think she loves me at all (instrumetal) I should have known better but I wrote her one last letter And told her not to let strangers hold her when on her way I'm the spark in her eye but maybe an old flame came by I wish she was here at the station standing on the quay Locomotive number nine rollin' in here right on time Tell me, where did my darlin' step off of your railroad line Now, there's one new bag I know she had, crossed in weaves of plaid And now it grieves me to think she might be the leaving kind I'm up against a wall, I don't think she loves me at all Shadow Hobo Joe (Larry W. Jones 08/07/2009) (song#5968) Spoken: Just out of work on the east coast, down to my last penny Huddled by a sign post for a ride, but there wasn't any I got tired of waiting in the cold for such a long time And started walking south toward the Mason and Dixon line I thought I could make West Virginia in a couple days If I could get some needed rest while I was on my way By the second night I was stranded in a railroad town My fortune was underhanded with cold rain pouring down I was hungry as a hobo and the wind had a chill When a locomotive sound, the cold silent darkness filled The night train stopped and I saw extended a friendly arm A voice said, come on up here stranger, the box car is warm In the box car there stood an old man who said with a grin Come on in here stranger and I'll share my bottle of gin I asked him his name and he said it wasn't by design I'm Shadow Hobo Joe of the Mason and Dixon line So, I asked him how he came to be called by such a name He said, stranger, this old train you're riding on is to blame There ain't no hobo ever lived with a tale same as mine I'm Shadow Hobo Joe of the Mason and Dixon line We rode those rails for the better part of that awful night Until the lights of the next train station came into sight He said to me, well stranger, this is the end of your line Up ahead I've gotta make the fork of the Brandywine He handed me a thin dime as I heard the train whistle blow Said, tell folks inside that Shadow Hobo Joe said hello Then Shadow Hobo Joe and his train rolled into the night I looked out through the rain but soon he was gone out of sight I went inside the train depot to the cafe to dine Told them Shadow Hobo Joe said hello, cup for his dime If a pin had been dropped, you could have heard it down the rails About every face in the cafe had turned deathly pale I asked what was the matter, and did I say something wrong Well, every now and then a stranger like you comes along Every railroad man here knows about Shadow Hobo Joe Stranger, listen to me, I'll tell what happened years ago A little down the tracks at the fork of the Brandywine A train full of children was comin' down ahead of time Both trains were on the main line as they came into the curve Would have been disaster if not for one who kept his nerve Hobo Joe took control when the engineer froze in fright He gave up his own life for a train full of kids that night The freight train left the tracks at the fork of the Brandywine With Shadow Hobo Joe of the Mason and Dixon line Seems every now and then a stranger needs a place that's warm And just like to you, Shadow Hobo Joe extends his arm Stranger, have another cup paid for with his life and dime He's Shadow Hobo Joe of the Mason and Dixon line Phoenix Outbound Freight Railroad (Larry W. Jones 08/30/2009) (song#5996) I was born in Phoenix with a frown It was a small Arizona town I was raised with the sticks all around And where the only way up was down The son of a railroad man's abode Who only lived by the hobo's code I'm gonna ride the route my Daddy rode On the Phoenix outbound freight railroad On the Phoenix outbound freight railroad My Daddy lived by the hobo's code On the Phoenix outbound freight railroad I'm gonna ride the route my Daddy rode (individual) I learned to pick a rhythm guitar In the sticks at a honky tonk bar Hobo Bill took his last ride, I'm told On the Phoenix outbound freight railroad Bill was the son of a railroad man And he rode the rails until he died I'm gonna ride the route my Daddy rode The Phoenix outbound freight is my ride On the Phoenix outbound freight railroad My Daddy lived by the hobo's code On the Phoenix outbound freight railroad I'm gonna ride the route my Daddy rode Soft Brown Eyes Leaving On A Train (Larry W. Jones 07/07/2010) (song #6002) It was midnight last I saw her Soft brown eyes leaving on a train My mind's eye will always draw her Leaving town on that outbound main Love is something I'll remember Her love will never come again Byes brought grieving in December Soft brown eyes leaving on a train My days now fall into ages Filled with such loneliness and pain I recall of all the pages Soft brown eyes leaving on a train (instrumental) My days now fall into ages Filled with such loneliness and pain I recall of all the pages Soft brown eyes leaving on a train Oh, if I could run, walk or crawl To days of our young love again Then never more would I recall Soft brown eyes leaving on a train Old Number Forty Five (Larry W. Jones 07/13/2010) (song#6020) The weather was cold and raining, tired eyes straining From the window of the small switchman's shack that night Winds and rains were violent, telegraph was silent And it was many hours before the next daylight It sounds strange to some, telegraph began to hum And the young switchman read the dots and dashes through Then he became afraid, a freight was on the grade Climbing through the cold wind and rain without a crew The switch was thrown at the bottom before the turn But the old train kept puffing right on up the slope The switchman’s lantern burned as he tried to discern Something so strange on which his mind just could not cope He heard a whistle blow from somewhere down below And said, that sure ain’t the sound of an outward bound Dots and dashes said a gold mine was in ashes Just past a trestle where forty men must be found Then the train appeared, climbing in her strongest gear Her stack on fire was glowing like a midnight sun The switchman brought to mind trains from another time And one that had to make another railroad run Then he saw her number, burning coal and lumber She was climbing up the grade with an awful noise Sure as I’m alive, that’s old number forty five She runs like a mother trying to save her boys The switchman knew the tale that rail men love to tell Of the old locomotive number forty five Her sounds were like crying for boys who were dying Young miners were trapped but some may still be alive Then he remembers, that train had steel and timbers That could save the lost miners up the Great Divide But the load wrestled was heavy for the trestle Number forty five never reached the other side Sometimes round the bend you can hear a moan begin From a train that hasn’t been seen for a long time Some say old number forty five is still alive She’s still trying to save young miners in their prime Then he saw her number, burning coal and lumber She was climbing up the grade with an awful noise Sure as I’m alive, that’s old number forty five She runs like a mother trying to save her boys Old number forty five, some say she never died Freight Train (Larry W. Jones 08/05/2010) (song#6078) (Woo Woo) Freight train!! (Woo Woo) Freight train!! Clickety clackin’ down the rails again The stack is blowin’ black, clickety clack, clickety clack Clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety clackin’ down the rails There’s a pick axe for a miner, old Rick, the Forty Niner A recliner meant to kick back in when feelin’ finer A saddle for to straddle a wild mustang soon And some bottles to stock the wildest west saloon Freight train!! clickety clackin’ down the rails Freight train!! (Woo Woo) Freight train!! Clickety clackin’ o’er the prairie wide Ball ‘n jackin’ up and o’er the Great Divide Clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety clackin’ down the rails There’s some leather boots and pans for gold dust pannin’ A suit for a man who’s just a weddin’ plannin’ Some snake oil for relievin’ almost any pain For those who toil with backs but haven’t any brain Freight train!! clickety clackin’ down the rails Freight train!! (Woo Woo) Freight train!! Clickety clackin’ down the rails again The stack is blowin’ black, clickety clack, clickety clack Clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety, clickety clackin’ down the rails There’s a trunk filled with mem’ries from an eastern state Lookin’ for the redwood trees through a western gate Freight train is a-rollin’, the stack is blowin’ black It’s California goin’, rollin’ down the track Freight train!! (Woo Woo) Freight train!! One Last Train To Ride (Larry W. Jones 08/13/20102) (song#6107) I was born in a red caboose in a small west Texas town I loved the views from the window til they closed the railroad down My Daddy stoked the fire on the trains until the day he died And he joked that the Midnight Flyer was one last train to ride One last train to ride One last train to ride I was born in a red caboose with my Daddy by my side These old railroads are what I'll choose til there's one last train to ride (instrumental) I pick an old banjo to the rhythm of a hobo's song And just like Hobo Bill, I go to where the trains roll along Daddy never was a hobo and I view him now with pride But I just might be a hobo til there's one last train to ride One last train to ride One last train to ride I was born in a red caboose with my Daddy by my side These old railroads are what I'll choose til there's one last train to ride Back Roads Of My Mind (Larry W. Jones 08/20/2010) (song#6125) Rolling to a different drummer, she left me this summer Now I'm right on track chasing rainbows that I'll never find Night time never seemed colder, guess I'm just growing older Shouldering the pain rolling down the back roads of my mind Rolling down this railroad track, thinkin' bout the long road back With a cup of coffee from the railroad depot behind This old black train goes on rolling through the plains one more time And the strain that I find is down the back roads of my mind It seems funny that skies out the window look so sunny By now we're climbing over mountains and the Great Divide On the west side's the ocean, in my chest is emotion As I strain to find reasons down the back roads of my mind (instrumental) Now we're rolling through the night time toward L.A. in the morn I hear the wheels clicking on the rails and the lonesome horn While time just keeps on rolling down the tracks I've left behind I keep on kicking myself down the back roads of my mind Rolling to a different drummer, she left me this summer Now I'm right on track chasing rainbows that I'll never find Night time never seemed colder, guess I'm just growing older Shouldering the pain rolling down the back roads of my mind Texas Zephyr (Larry W. Jones 08/20/2010) (song#6126) She was born in the summer of nineteen forty In the balmy month of August, day twenty two The daughter of the Colorado and Southern And down the mountains to Forth Worth Texas she flew It's near a thousand miles from Denver to Fort Worth To connect with the Houston Texas Rocket main She drunk a lot of diesel as she rolled the earth And they named her the Fort Worth Texas Zephyr train There rolls the fast Texas Zephyr down from Denver The Texas Zephyr rolls through sunshine, rain and snow There rolls the fast Texas Zephyr down from Denver You can hear the big diesel's Fort Worth whistle blow Listen to the whistle at Englewood depot Then down to Colorado Springs and Pueblo LaJunta's a whistle stop, then on to Lamar Dodge City’s just down the tracks a few hours afar Rolling on to Hutchinson, Newton and Wichita Arkansas City, Ponca and Perry are next Stop in Oklahoma City for diesel checks The Zephyr's rolling toward her Fort Worth Texas star There rolls the fast Texas Zephyr down from Denver The Texas Zephyr rolls through sunshine, rain and snow There rolls the fast Texas Zephyr down from Denver You can hear the big diesel's Fort Worth whistle blow Every day in Denver there's folks waiting in line Tickets in hand for the Zephyr that's right on time Nowadays it's a train from out of yesterday The Denver to Fort Worth Texas Zephyr railway It's near a thousand miles from Denver to Fort Worth To connect with the Houston Texas Rocket main She drunk a lot of diesel as she rolled the earth And they named her the Fort Worth Texas Zephyr train There rolls the fast Texas Zephyr down from Denver The Texas Zephyr rolls through sunshine, rain and snow There rolls the fast Texas Zephyr down from Denver You can hear the big diesel's Fort Worth whistle blow Texas Rocket (Larry W Jones 09/13/2010) (song#6204) Well, I was about seven in nineteen thirty seven And I knew what the Corsicana train depot was for It was for those locomotives, big and black and dirty And there was one due at the depot at seven thirty It was still early in the evening when the train was due And my Mama and Daddy were waiting there with me too They were talking 'bout a locomotive that was brand new One they called the Texas Rocket was about to debut The thirty two seat baggage dinette coach was named Dream Lake And the long Mesa Verde coach called for a double take The Centennial observation car gave heart attacks When the Texas Rocket came rolling down the railroad tracks My Daddy couldn't believe the crowd, there were so many Mama jerked me back from trying to put down a penny Look out, she yelled at me, like a wound up Pollyanna The new Texas Rocket was screaming through Corsicana She was rolling like a mad dog cyclone and so streamlined A boy like me had never seen such a thing as her kind I must have looked like both my eyes were bulged from their sockets When I saw that train go by they called the Texas Rocket They Named Me The Train (Larry W Jones 09/13/2010) (song#6207) They named me the train, I keep rolling down the track They named me the train, I keep rolling down the track All the same, I ain't ever coming back There's been a change in the weather, big change in me There's been a change in the weather, big change in me I've just rearranged my priorities This train has a green light, I'll be rolling along This train has a green light, I'll be rolling along Be in California before too long (instrumental) They named me the train, I keep rolling down the track They named me the train, I keep rolling down the track All the same, I ain't ever coming back This train has a green light, I'm rolling down the track This train has a green light, I'm rolling down the track I'm in California and I ain't ever coming back They named me the train They named me the train Laying Down Tracks To San Antone (Larry W. Jones 09/08/2010) (song#6182) Railroad, crossties, laying down tracks to San Antone Along comes an old freight train hauling dreams of home Railroad workers earn their pay every single day Laying tracks with their backs along some right of way Railroad, crossties, laying down tracks to San Antone Eyes bleary, I'm so weary clear down to my bones Well, I've wrestled crossties with my back all day long Building trestles for a track, singin' railroad songs Like old John Henry, driving spikes til he can't see This nine pound hammer's gonna be the death of me Railroad, crossties, laying down tracks to San Antone Eyes bleary, I'm so weary clear down to my bones (instrumental) The section boss came around, said that we'd get paid Just as soon as the last crosstie and rail was laid I stood my ground and gave that section boss my mind He made a frown and said I was a hoss' behind Railroad, crossties, laying down tracks to San Antone Eyes bleary, I'm so weary clear down to my bones Some fine day I'll find a way, lay this hammer down For now I'll stay and face the section boss'es frown When we get to San Antone, on this right of way I'll sing my last railroad song at the end of day Railroad, crossties, laying down tracks to San Antone Eyes bleary, I'm so weary clear down to my bones Balling The Jack (Larry W. Jones 09/09/2010) (song#6190) Roaming, roaming, roaming Balling the jack and roaming, roaming everywhere My Daddy was an engineer, we lived by a railroad track My Mama shed many a tear, I live by balling the jack And it looks like I'll be forever roaming Balling the jack and roaming, roaming everywhere Well now, I've done a lot of roaming wherever tracks are laid As far north as Wyoming and as south as the Everglades And it looks like I'll be forever roaming Balling the jack and roaming, roaming everywhere Well, I've worked along the railroads and even a prison farm Folks say I've got muscle for a brain like muscles on my arms Now, I take that as a complement with no harmful intent I'll keep on balling the jack cause roaming has a certain charm (instrumental) Well, I've worked along the railroads and even a prison farm Folks say I've got muscle for a brain like muscles on my arms Well now, I've done a lot of roaming wherever tracks are laid As far north as Wyoming and as south as the Everglades And it looks like I'll be forever roaming Balling the jack and roaming, roaming everywhere Rounder On The Railroad (Larry W. Jones 09/10/2010) (song#6195) I am a rounder on the railroad and I work on the main line Watching for a steel rail that might not be aligned Her voice is ringing through the rails as locomotive diesels whine While this rounder on the railroad looks for a sign For me there is no holiday and the work here is really hard But that's a rounder's way of life in a rail yard All I ask is to be a man and someday I'll ask for her hand While this rounder on the railroad does what he can (instrumental) For me there is no holiday and the work here is really hard But that's a rounder's way of life in a rail yard I am a rounder on the railroad and I work on the main line Watching for a steel rail that might not be aligned Her voice is ringing through the rails as locomotive diesels whine While this rounder on the railroad looks for a sign I am a rounder on the railroad doing what I can Main Track Back To You (Larry W. Jones 09/12/2010) (song#6200) Hard reality came to me without warning I've never been this lonely, never been this blue I'll be at the railroad station in the morning And dear, I'll be taking the main track back to you Somehow, I got sidetracked from my destination And now you're missing from my sight But tomorrow, please be waiting at the station I'll be kissing you in the night Dear, tomorrow will not be the same old story I'll hold you the same old way I did way back when I hope you can find space in your heart to forgive For I can see the disgrace of the fool I've been (instrumental) Hard reality came to me without warning I've never been this lonely, never been this blue I'll be at the railroad station in the morning And dear, I'll be taking the main track back to you Somehow, I got sidetracked from my destination And now you're missing from my sight But tomorrow, please be waiting at the station I'll be kissing you in the night I'll be at the railroad station in the morning And dear, I'll be taking the main track back to you Freight Train Lullaby (Larry W Jones 09/19/2010) (song#6233) When I was a lad, I'd go to sleep every night And listen to that midnight freight train whistle blow I never dreamed of sheep because with all my might I dreamed of all the places that freight train might go In the morning I would run as fast as I could Down to the depot to watch freight trains rolling by The engineers would wave as though they understood Trains they were driving sang my freight train lullaby I'd lay pennies on the track and feel the rumbling If any freight train was nearby or out of sight Freight trains would flatten pennies and send them tumbling Like tumbling in bed for my freight train lullaby (instrumental) Oh, how much I wanted to touch those old freight trains To see if they were only dreams or really real I look out my window pane even when it rains To watch a big cast iron horse with a heart of steel When I hear an old freight train coming down the line And see a hobo in a boxcar passing by I wave to him as if he were a friend of mine And I dream at night of my freight train lullaby Farewell Train (Larry W. Jones 02/23/2011) (song#6256) Sunshine has now left this lonely valley Where my forlorn lost dreams will now remain The only sound in this lonely valley Is the outbound horn of the farewell train How many tears will now come from sorrow I fear my broken heart will die from pain Yesterday’s love won’t be here tomorrow You have disappeared on the farewell train The happiness we had is now ending And the plans that we made were all in vain This broken heart of mine won’t be mending Parts are now with you on the farewell train (instrumental) That sad horn sounds low and near to dying It’s clear this valley life won’t be the same And I feel so bad when tears I’m crying Over your goodbye and the farewell train How many tears will now come from sorrow I fear my broken heart will die from pain Yesterday’s love won’t be here tomorrow You have disappeared on the farewell train Yesterday’s love won’t be here tomorrow You have disappeared on the farewell train Rocky Mountain Howdy (Larry W. Jones 08/22/2011) (song#6264) Take that fast train to Denver, not the last train to Denver When you pull into the train yard You'll get a mighty welcome, yes dear, a mighty welcome My request dear, don't disregard Rocky mountain howdy, rocky mountain howdy You’ll get a rocky mountain howdy all day long We’ll have a celebration up here in Denver You’ll get a rocky mountain howdy before long (instrumental) Take that fast train to Denver, not the last train to Denver It’s leaving bye and bye, to climb that Rocky Mountain high You’ll get a rocky mountain howdy all day long Rocky Mountain howdy before long (instrumental) Take that fast train to Denver, not the last train to Denver Give that engineer instruction, you want a fast conduction Just keep those iron wheels a-churning, cause my heart is burning To give a Rocky Mountain howdy in a song Rocky mountain howdy, rocky mountain howdy You’ll get a rocky mountain howdy all day long We’ll have a celebration up here in Denver You’ll get a rocky mountain howdy before long Inbound Train (Larry W. Jones 12/04/2011) (song#6451) Oh my darling, why have you been gone so long Why have you been gone so long Was it quarreling or have I done you wrong Why have you been gone so long Now, when I hear that inbound train whistle moan I look out my window, ring my hands and groan I hear that rush of steam that endears a dream Oh my darling, why have you been gone so long Oh my darling, why have you been gone so long Why have you been gone so long Was it quarreling or have I done you wrong Why have you been gone so long (instrumental) I heard an old friend say, buddy mend your ways Then he said that he had been to San Antone He said he saw you there, head up in the air You were on that inbound train so far from home Oh my darling, why have you been gone so long Why have you been gone so long Was it quarreling or have I done you wrong Why have you been gone so long He said he saw you there, head up in the air You were on that inbound train so far from home Burlington Northern And Santa Fe (Larry W. Jones 12/11/2011) (song#6464) Well boys, I’m along for the ride I guess it belongs in my hide To see the scenes along the way Out across the prairie somewhere Where there’s only fresh and clean air On the Burlington Northern and Santa Fe When that BNSF gets up her steam It’s as if she bids the station farewell I’m in elation as her whistle screams When she’s outbound full speed o’er hill and dale How I love to see the full moon at night And then feel the Pullman car rock and sway In the day tumbleweeds roll into sight On the Burlington Northern and Santa Fe (instrumental) As the prairie rolls by I wonder why Why I so love the old Santa Fe trail I suppose the reason is cut and dried I’m just along for the ride on the rail Well boys, I’m along for the ride I guess it belongs in my hide To see the scenes along the way Out across the prairie somewhere Where there’s only fresh and clean air On the Burlington Northern and Santa Fe Wreck On The Railroad (Larry W. Jones 12/14/2011) (song#6468) Now, what train was it, dear neighbor That passed the old depot on by When speed and a curve came together Did you see anyone cry I didn’t see nobody cry, neighbor I didn’t see nobody cry Oh, I heard the wreck on the railroad But I didn’t see nobody cry When I saw the wreck on the railroad I knew that engineer on the line The scene of awful destruction Will forever be marked here in my mind When speed and a curve come together Someone there will surely die Death was waiting there, neighbor But I didn’t see nobody cry I didn’t see nobody cry, neighbor I didn’t see nobody cry (instrumental) I wish this sad story, neighbor Was just a tale that was untrue Time goes on now for us, neighbor But the engineer’s life is through When speed and a curve come together Someone there will surely die Death was waiting there, neighbor But I didn’t see nobody cry His life’s end was by great disaster On the rails where he thought he could fly Oh, I saw the wreck on the railroad But I didn’t see nobody cry I didn’t see nobody cry, neighbor I didn’t see nobody cry Big Coal Black Freight Train (Larry W Jones 10/29/2012) (song#6609) Big coal black freight train, rolling down the track My whole world is as dark as your smokestack Roll back again and make your whistle blow I’ve got places I ain’t been but must go Big coal black freight train, don’t leave me behind Cause my leaving here is now on my mind Big coal black freight train, listen to my song You’re my company when I’m so alone My world is dark and I’m so doggone blue So many black miles I’ve ridden with you I know the engineer at your throttle Give me a ride and I’ll share my bottle (instrumental) Big coal black freight train, don’t leave me behind Cause my leaving here is now on my mind Big coal black freight train, listen to my song You’re my company when I’m so alone Big coal black freight train, a hobo I am Roll me straight through the rain to Birmingham Big coal black freight train, my ticket comes free And I sure have enjoyed your company Blue Midnight Special (Larry W Jones 12/21/2012) (song#6631) Blue midnight special, rolling on around the bend Your glowing black smokestack looks like a long lost friend Each time you come around I hear your whistle blow You hide the sun, bring the rain everywhere you go Blue midnight special, don’t you leave me here behind My old hobo ways are waitin’ on down the line Blue midnight special, don’t you leave me here alone Don’t you know an old outbound boxcar is my home (instrumental) Blue midnight special, don’t you leave me here behind My old hobo ways are waitin’ on down the line Blue midnight special, don’t you leave me here alone Don’t you know an old outbound boxcar is my home Well, I’m feeling blue and I need your company Blue midnight special, hold the line and wait for me It’s lonely here waiting for the blue moon to crest Mister engineer, let me be your midnight guest Ribbons Of The Land (Larry W Jones 01/12/2013) (song#6646) I’ve known valleys, shallow and deep High mountains and hallows they keep Through them all, stone, gravel, and sand There runs the ribbons of the land Through towns all around there is found Ribbons of steel laid on the ground From East to West and down seaboard You still hear the sound of All Aboard Ribbons of the land on their run Chasing the sun til day is done All through the night trains may their way On steel ribbons til light of day Recall a place o’re the Divide A spike driven on prairies wide Two trains met to musical bands And joined two ribbons of the land Ribbons of the land on their run Chasing the sun til day is done All through the night trains may their way On steel ribbons til light of day When light of dawn heats up the rails Train horns drone to greet with their wails My feet will rest just for awhile Then ride the ribbon rails in style Ribbons of the land on their run Chasing the sun til day is done All through the night trains may their way On steel ribbons til light of day Ribbons of the land on their run Chasing the sun til day is done Railroad Tramp (Larry W Jones 08/17/2013) (song#6715) Next to a railroad water tank one damp December day On the cold floor of a boxcar a railroad tramp there lay His old buddy sat beside him with tears that made him choke He listened to the final words the railroad tramp then spoke I’m riding to a greener land where all is well and right Where everyone shows charity and knows my dismal plight When I die and say goodbye I will live my hobo’s dream There I will reside where rye whiskey fills the valley stream Relate to all, both big and small, my railroad time is due Bud, just tell them that I’ll be on the main line going through Give them my best for I must rest and tell then do not weep Under the sun my trav’lin’s done and now I go to sleep I’m riding to a greener land where all is well and right Where everyone shows charity and knows my dismal plight When I die and say goodbye I will live my hobo’s dream There I will reside where rye whiskey fills the valley stream Buddy, I hear a whistle and the train is drawing nigh It must be that midnight zephyr aboard which I must fly The railroad tramp gave his last food stamp for the outbound main To his old buddy and boarded the midnight zephyr train I’m riding to a greener land where all is well and right Where everyone shows charity and knows my dismal plight When I die and say goodbye I will live my hobo’s dream There I will reside where rye whiskey fills the valley stream When I die and say goodbye I will live my hobo’s dream There I will reside where rye whiskey fills the valley stream Tramp Along The Track (Larry W Jones 08/22/2013) (song#6722) A midnight train came rollin’, she boarded on the fly I needed her consolin’ but all she said was bye She peered out from the window as smoke was blowing black Then she left me cryin’ like a tramp along the track Adios, goodbye, she called out through the engine’s steam Adios, goodbye, goin’ to places I ain’t seen She said I was a drifter that she ain’t takin’ back Then she left me cryin’ like a tramp along the track (instrumental) I know she’ll keep goin’ somewhere out there in the blue Probably to places where some tramp has been there too I tried to settle down and said I would no more roam Now the table’s upside down cause she has moved along Adios, goodbye, the outbound track was callin’ her Adios, goodbye, she’s on the main line, not a spur I lost what was mine and my future is lookin’ black When she left me cryin’ like a tramp along the track I lost what was mine and my future is lookin’ black When she left me cryin’ like a tramp along the track Last Train From Maine (Larry W Jones 09/12/2013) (song#6749) I’m riding the last train from Maine On rails that must be worn and old This boxcar’s rolling through the rain Ain’t no consoling from the cold Us hobos are never welcome We’re forever in ragged clothes I’m riding the last train from Maine Rolling south where the warm wind blows I know every hobo jungle All down from Maine to New Orleans My bedroll is in a jumble My socks have stains that can’t be seen There’s a big black locomotive On the boiler is number one I’m riding the last train from Maine Rolling south toward a warmer sun (instrumental) I’m riding the last train from Maine On rails that must be worn and old This boxcar’s rolling through the rain Ain’t no consoling from the cold Us hobos are never welcome We’re forever in ragged clothes I’m riding the last train from Maine Rolling south where the warm wind blows Other hobos will be waiting When this long freight train comes around I can tell by the wheels grating Throttle’s back and we’re slowing down This ride has covered much terrain From up north where I nearly froze I’m riding the last train from Maine Rolling south wearing summer clothes (instrumental) I’m riding the last train from Maine On rails that must be worn and old This boxcar’s rolling through the rain Ain’t no consoling from the cold Us hobos are never welcome We’re forever in ragged clothes I’m riding the last train from Maine Rolling south where the warm wind blows I’m riding the last train from Maine Rolling south where the warm wind blows Locomotive Painted Black (Larry W Jones 9/22/2013) (song #6753) Locomotive painted black, rolling down the railroad track Did you see just where she stepped off Would you keep silent if she scoffed Her new carpet bag she carried She and I were getting married Her vows to me of love I hope she hasn’t taken back Locomotive painted black, rolling down the railroad track She boarded back in Tennessee Your train is empty as can be Now, it wasn’t that long a ride She should be here right by my side I must confide to you that my pride is starting to crack (instrumental) Oh, I clued her in about how intruders win at hearts She may have found a new romance Sometimes that happens with a glance And just like locomotive fire That look can strike a new desire Wish she were here at the station instead of unknown parts Locomotive painted black, rolling down the railroad track She boarded back in Tennessee Your train is empty as can be Now, it wasn’t that long a ride She should be here right by my side I must confide to you that my pride is starting to crack She boarded back in Tennessee Your train is empty as can be I Heard Train Engines Running (Larry W Jones 10/04/2013) (song#6763) I heard train engines running on the rails by our home They sounded just like thunder in the rain When I listened to that sound my mind began to roam I heard it and I’ve never been to same Don’t you cry now darlin’ and don’t you be feelin’ blue I talked with you this mornin’ in my dreams Don’t you cry now darlin’ cause don’t you know I love you I heard train engines running, blowing steam Railroads are just steel tracks running every which of way I’ve been there and back and stayed for awhile I have gone the distance and my hair is turning gray But I have loved you dearly every mile (instrumental) Sometimes my head gets achin’ in abandoned train yards Then I hop a freight and be on my way I’ll check general delivery post for any cards And darlin’, I’ll answer back somewhere along the way Don’t you cry now darlin’ and don’t you be feelin’ blue I talked with you this mornin’ in my dreams Don’t you cry now darlin’ cause don’t you know I love you I heard train engines running, blowing steam I heard train engines running on the rails by our home When I listened to that sound my mind began to roam Night Train On The Midnight Line (Larry W Jones 10/26/2013) (song#6778) White light glowing on the trestle track White smoke blowing from the coal black stack Night train, leaving me back here so far behind White steam puffing from the black choo choo Big wheels rolling while I’m blue, blue, blue Night train on the midnight line, you’re so unkind (instrumental) Well, my darlin’ said her love was true I didn’t know of her sly design Now she’s long gone and she left me blue On that night train on the midnight line Night train on the midnight line Night train on the midnight line You came, she left right on time Night train, leaving me back here so far behind Watch That Train A-Rolling (Larry W Jones 06/24/2014) (song#6925) Watch that train a-rollin', a-rollin' round the bend Watch that train a-rollin', a-rollin' round the bend Well, my darlin's on it, my heart won't ever mend My darlin' left this mornin', said she'd taken enough My darlin' left this mornin', said she'd taken enough I said she'd be sorry, she didn't take my bluff Watch that train a-rollin', a-rollin' round the bend Watch that train a-rollin', a-rollin' round the bend Well, my darlin's on it, my heart won't ever mend Mister engineer, slow your locomotive down Mister engineer, slow your locomotive down If she keeps goin', this will be a lonesome town Watch that train a-rollin', a-rollin' round the bend Watch that train a-rollin', a-rollin' round the bend Well, my darlin's on it, my heart won't ever mend Yeah, my darlin's on it, my heart won't ever mend