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

• (chorus)

• 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