Trains are big and black and smokin'
Steam screamin' at the wheels,
Bigger than anything they is
At least that's the way she feels
And our lives were like some old Western movie
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Well I'm at the station
But I can't get on the train
You leave the Pennsylvania Station at a quarter to four
I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and cry
Hey, Porter! Hey, Porter!
Please get my bags for me
I need nobody to tell me now that we're in Tennessee
Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
We're not so far from home so take it easy on the steam
Just listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As we glide across the woodlands
Through the hills and by the shore
(Wabash, Frisco & Pacific Railroad, Glencoe, Mo., 10/2)
