By: Wayne Brown
The year is 1879, the town is Abilene, so says the sign
Main street a bustling; folks waiting for the train, it’s time!
Then in the distance we hear her mighty struggling chug
Jerking and spitting into the station she will steaming tug
My young brother Luke and I stand staring at the sight
Seeing the train is a favorite, a come-to-town delight
Luke’s got a penny he has placed there upon the rail
If the train flattens it out, what a story he’ll have to tell
Then there it comes, topping that eastern ridge rise
Belching steam, large and black, a sight for our eyes
As it comes nearer to the station, the ground is a shake
Wheels and gears a turnin’, oh the noise that it makes
Luke and I are grinning’ just giddy with all this fuss
The engineer leans out the window waving at both of us
We can hardly hear ourselves as the steam belches out
The world is shaking and there’s chaos all about
Then the mighty engine comes to a screeching stop
The doors roll open and out the passengers pop
There’s mail and cargo in the rail cars at the back
And Luke’s copper is somewhere down on that track
The stationmaster is upon the station water tank
He swings the spout around with a mighty yank
Into the black locomotive, the water will flow
Fire turns it into steam and gives the train its go
Passenger get on and off and the cargo changes hands
Soon this monster is loaded and ready to go again
The fires are stoked and the steam is starting to rise
Soon she’ll be up and gone, distant from our eyes
The big black locomotive begins to make its mighty chug
The rails cars start a-movin’ as the power begins to tug
Slowly, then faster, she’s building up a steamy head
Picking up speed little by little on the steely stead
The noise trails off and the shaking stops as the train departs
The stationmaster marks the time upon his station charts
And me and Luke, we search the rails for that one little copper
There it is, all flattened out, and golly, it’s a whopper!
We love it when we come to town and get away from the farm
The town has loads of excitement, lots of fun, and charm
But the best of it all is when we hear that town clock chime
And we look and realize that once again, it’s Train Time!
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TEXAS 1947 - GUY CLARK
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