Thread #13833   Message #3497445
Posted By: Jim Dixon
01-Apr-13 - 12:41 PM
Thread Name: Frank Crummit? / Frank Crumit (songs)
Subject: Lyr Add: DOWN BY THE RAILROAD TRACK (Frank Crumit)

DOWN BY THE RAILROAD TRACK
As sung by Frank Crumit on "Frank Crumit Returns (1920-1938)"

I had a girl named Annabel; she thought the world of me,
But for some cause her family and I could not agree,
And if I called there at her house, 'twas sure to start a fight,
So for that reason we would take a walk each Wednesday night
Down by the railroad track,
Down by the railroad track.
I'd hold her hand and she'd hold mine,
Down by the railroad track.

Some people spoon in parlor chairs and some in Ford sedans,
But Annabel and I we had to make some other plans.
We couldn't use the parlor, and we had no Ford, you see,
So every Wednesday night you'd find sweet Annabel and me
Down by the railroad track,
Down by the railroad track.
We'd sit for hours and hours and hours
Down by the railroad track.

I courted her for seven months until one summer's day
Her father found it out and then there was the deuce to pay.
He said, "Young man, come here to me; I want a word with you."
And where do you think I found myself when finally I came to?
Down by the railroad track,
Down by the railroad track.
The birds were singing merrily
Down by the railroad track.

We're married now and settled down with children of our own.
Across the door there hangs a sign that says: "God bless our home."
Both she and I take walks each night, but up and down the floor
To try and get the kids to sleep; we never walk no more
Down by the railroad track,
Down by the railroad track.
I wonder who is there tonight,
Down by the railroad track?

It seems to me the big events that happened in my life—
Like smoking my first cigarette, proposing to my wife—
All happened in the selfsame place; 'twas sure a jinx to me,
And still there's couples there each day; they call it heavenly,
Down by the railroad track,
Down by the railroad track.
That's where I lost my liberty:
Down by the railroad track.

The other day our little girl said: "Mama, tell me do:
If good girls go to heaven, do the bad girls go there too?"
"No, just good girls go to heaven, dear," the mother softly sighed.
"Then, mama, where do the bad girls go?" And Annabel replied:
"Down by the railroad track.
Down by the railroad track.
Now run and play and don't you stray
Down by the railroad track."