Old train, i can hear your whistle blow
And i won't, be jumping on again.
Old train, i've been everywhere ya go
And i know, what lies beyond each bend.
Old train each time you pass, you're older than the last
And it seems, i'm to old for running.
I hear your rusty wheels scrape against the rail
They cry with every mile, and i think i'll stay awhile.
Old train, i grow weary after miles
And i miss, the freedom that was mine.
Old train, just to think about those times
I'll smile, when your high balling by.