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