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We lived by the Railroad tracks

the Louisville-Nashville line.

You could sit your clocks by the trains

for they always ran on time.



The midnight special was my favorite

I could hear it from miles away.

The whistle made such a lovely sound

I forgot about the bad times of the day.



Then at 3am right on the dot

the soutbound came along

The engineer would blow that whistle

and make it sound like a Heavenly song.



At six o five the mail train

would slowly chug on by.

It was pulling such a heavy load

you could hear that whistle cry.



I guess the the one we loved the most

ran at ten thirty six.

The enginer would throw out candy

and we loved those peppermint sticks.



Times have changed,I've grown up

and I'm an enginer on a train.

No matter how modern things may get

I still make that whistel sing.



I throw out candy to the kids

and watch their smiling face.

As they eat their candy and slowly wave

as the whistle fades away.



Friday, December 08, 2006

Buren Poole (withpen_inhand)