Santa Fe Train
- I think of times when I was young
- I traveled near and far
- it doesn’t seem so long ago
- I saw the world from a railroad car
- for many years, rode the line
- through the boone’s lick
- the great train would roll
- cross fields of grain, muddy river plain
- my heart would often go
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- the engineer’s hair is gray
- the worn out engine can’t even go slow
- I listen for that lonesome sound
- can’t you hear that whistle blow
- I spy ten boxcars silent and still
- they remind me of yesterday
- their rusted frames worn and bent
- faded letters read Santa Fe
- the great steam engine’s quiet and cold
- the metal chimes in the howling wind
- the boiler’s rusted, whistle cracked
- never hear her blow again
© ©Chris Brashear, House of Hollis Music, ASCAP