Old train I can hear your whistle blow
But I won’t be jumping on again
Old train I’ve been everywhere you 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 too old for running
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails
They cry with every mile and I think I’ll stay awhile.
Old train I grow weary from the miles
And I’ll miss the freedom that was mine
Old train just to think about those times
I’ll smile when you’re high-balling by.