Train Songs

I only joined so I could post this, how sad am I????

My fave train song.

Interpret: Flash And The Pan
Name: Waiting For A Train

Wonder why it's getting cold at night
I must be getting old
Looks like I'm gonna have to wait a while
What the hell, I'm bored
What's that there on the railway line
Looks like my old brown shoe
It ain't mine mister, how's that for laughs
Not even how do you do

Wonder what's cooking at the house tonight
Stew and beans
Tune that station, turn that dial
Have another dream
Ain't it stupid how some people stare
Not even how do you do
What's that mister - na na na
I'm just the same as you

Chorus:
Running down the main line
Shaking off the pain
Heading for a bright time
Waiting for a train

Who's that guy, I've seen his face before
Where or when
Must be another face from Suzie's bar
It was different then
Ain't no way that I can fix this up
I've really lost the place
What's that mister, yeah yeah
I hope they fix you face

1. She says you don't make it
2. She said you don't care
3. She said she's unhappy
4. That you're never there
5. She give you the option
6. You sink or you drown
7. Well what's it to be Jo

(chorus)

Just when I was thinking we had cover all the train songs. Thanks.

Here's a couple of more Edgar.Mea Culpa if you've already posted them

Greenlight On The Southern-Norman Blake

Standing on the sidetrack at the south end of town
on a hot dry dusty august day the steam pipe pouring down
the fireman with his long oil can oiling the old valve gears
waiting for the semaphore the fast mail train to clear

The engineer in the old high cab his gold watch in his hand
looking at the waterglass and letting down the sand
rolling out on the old main line taking up the slack
gone today so they say but tomorrow he'll be back

oh if I could return
to those boyhood days of mine
and the greenlight on the southern southern railroad line

creeping down the rusty rails of the weed grown branch line
the section houses gray and white by the yard limit sign
the hoggers call the old high ball no more time to wait
rolling down to birmingham with a 10 car load for freight

the whistle scream with a hiss of steam the headlight gleams clear
the drivers roll on the green and go getting mighty near
handing up the orders to the engine crew on time
it's the Alabama great southern AGS railroad line

Another good Norman Blake song


Last Train From poor Valley-Norman Blake


It was good one time
Everything was mighty fine
The coal tipple roared day and night
And things they got slow
For reasons I don't know
And chill winds they pulled into sight

The mines they closed down
Everybody lay around
There wasn't very much left to do
'Cept stand in that line
Get your ration script on time
And woman I could see it killin' you

Chorus
Now the soft new snow of December
Lightly falls my cabin around
Saw the last train from Poor Valley
Bringing brown-haired Becky Richmond bound

It's been comin' on I know
You soon will be gone
Leavin' crossed your mind every day
[Then you said to me]
"Things are bad back home, you see
I guess I'd better be on my way"

[chorus]

I should hate you now
But I never could somehow
A miner's wife you weren't cut out to be
It wasn't what you thought
Just some dreams that you bought
When you left home and ran away with me

[chorus]
Saw the last train from Poor Valley
Bringing brown-haired Becky Richmond boun

Good. Thanks panz.

Hold That Train - Peter Clayton
BB King did this song, and Otis Rush just tears it up on his Lost in the Blues album


Hold that train, conductor, please don't let that engineer start
Hold that train, conductor, please don't let that engineer start
Well, I wanna ride your train this morning, just to ease my achin' heart

Yes, for the last few mornings lately, before I get out of my bed
Yes, for the last few mornings lately, before I get out of my bed
Well, I hear your whistle moanin' and it almost drives me out of my head

I'll pay my fare when we starts rollin', all your money's right here in my pants
I'll pay my fare when we starts rollin', all your money's right here in my pants
Well, I know I should back and buy a ticket, yes, but I'm afraid to take the chance

Oh, don't stop this train, conductor, till this old state is out of sight
Yes, don't stop this train, conductor, till Mississippi is out of sight
Well, you know I'm going to California, where I, I know my baby will treat me right

Been listening to "Perfectly Frank" Tony Bennett's tribute album. He does a nice job too.

"Draw Your Brakes-by Scotty from the movie "The Harder They Come"

Stop that train I wanna get off....

The Delmore brothers had a hit with

Blue Railroad Train

Blue railroad train, I'm goin' down the railroad track
It makes me feel so doggone blue to listen to that old smokestack

Drivers a-rollin' on, leavin' me here behind
Give me back them good old days and let me ramble down the line

My Baby Thinks She's A Train
The Triffids

My baby thinks she's a train
She hears voices, little voices only she can hear
She hears voices, such little voices sliding in her ear
My baby thinks she's a train
She don't know the difference between pleasure and pain
My baby thinks she's a train
She walks out the door, & she's drinking kisses like rain
Well shes a backwoods girl she don't talk pretty
She makes it quite plain she puts a dollar down on a heart
But she cannot pay one dollar down and a dollar a day........

Train
Performed by Leo Sayer
Writers: leo sayer & david courtney

Running through my life
Like a river, like a song
Train keeps pushing me
Right back to the place where I belong...

Back along the tracks
Fly a million years
Right across my path
Train moves on ringing in my ears...

Come on board
Come on board

Train, oh train, take me back, again
I remember, I remember, take me back
Train, oh train, the journey ends and starts again
I remember, I remember, I remember

I've been up all night trying to get this down
Now I'm hallucinating
Staring at the wall look what I'm creating...

Look at the clock I'm twelve hours old
So many more remain
Way up ahead I know I see a train...

Come on board
Come on board

Train, oh train, all those memories, all over again
I remember, I remember, take me back
Train, oh train, the journey ends and starts again
I remember, I remember, I remember

Waited on the station all day
Just to see a glimpse of the morning train
Just to see the wheels turning round
Blowing up steam,
See what I mean,
You see what I mean...

Spanish Train
Chris de Burgh

There's a Spanish train that runs between
Gualdalquivir and old Saville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people hear she's running still

And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep

Well a railway man lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his bed just a waiting for the dead
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye
"Well God's not around and look what I've found
This one's mine"

Just then the Lord himself
Appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the Devil
"Get thee hence to endless night"
But the Devil just grinned and said
"I may have sinned
But there's no need to push me around
I got him first so you can do your worst
He's going underground"

"But I think I'll give you one more chance"
Said the Devil with a smile
"So throw away that stupid lance
It's really not your style"
"Joker is the name
Poker is the game
We'll play right here on this bed
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the dead"

And I said "Look out, Lord, He's going to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, He's going to win"

Well the railway man he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying hard
Or that train he'd have to drive
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a straight
He had the queen and the knave
And nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the eight

And then the Lord he called for one more card
But he drew the diamond eight
And the Devil said to the son of God
"I believe you've got it straight
So deal me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this place
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak
He slipped another ace

Ten thousand souls was the opening bid
And it soon went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did
And he said "that suits me fine"
"I'll raise you high to a hundred and five
And forever put an end to your sins"
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, "My hand wins"

And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, don't let him win"

Well that Spanish train still runs between
Gualdalquivir and old Saville
And at the dead of night the whistle blows
And people fear she's running still
And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best

And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is still on time, Oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, you've got to win"

Grave Yard Train
Beasts Of Bourbon

On the Highway
30 people lost thier lives
On the Highway
30 people lost thier lives

?Well I had some way to hold it?
?On my road to get right?

In the moonlight
I see that greyhound rolling on
In the moonlight
I see that greyhound rolling on

100 miles an hour
Now they're souls are dead and gone

On the Highway
30 boxes made of bones
On the Highway
30 boxes made of bones

Well mister undertaker
Take these coffins from my home
Take these coffins from my home

In the midnight
Hear me crying out her name
In the midnight
Hear me crying out her name

Well I'm sittig at the station
Waiting for the graveyard train
Waiting for the graveyard train
Waiting for the graveyard train

On the Highway
30 people turned to stone
On the Highway
30 people turned to stone

Well get me to the station
Cause I'm number 31
Cause I'm number 31
Cause I'm number 31

Last Train To Heaven
(Paul Kelly)

This is the very last train
This is the train I'm on
This is the very last train
This is the train I'm on

People get ready
People get moving
People get rolling
People get on it

Last Train to Clarksville by the Monkees

Words and Music by
Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart

Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be be there by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'Til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.

Take the last train to Clarksville.
I'll be waiting at the station.
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
Oh... Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

Take the last train to Clarksville,
Now I must hang up the phone.
I can't hear you in this noisy
Railroad station all alone.
I'm feelin' low. Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.

Take the last train to Clarksville,
Take the last train to Clarksville,
[repeat and fade]

Something About Trains

Jane Siberry

something about trains
something about love
something about this old earth
and the way it looks from up above

something about satellites
something about down below
something about the hissing of that old steam iron
as you press your clothes

beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town
most of the time when i'm walking the line i'm looking at the ground

But everytime I hear that whistle blowing
Everytime I hear that old black crow
Everytime I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soul

something about love
when things go wrong
when you can't find the one that you love
you keep movin' on

you walk the lonely valley
you walk the line alone
but this old earth is always there
you don't feel so alone

beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town
most of the time when i'm walking the line i'm looking at the ground

But everytime I hear that whistle blowing...

but you wake up in the middle of the night
and a train whistle blows and a dog barks
and something's not quite right
and a cry is sent up from this earth
into the silent sky

beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town
most of the time when i'm walking the liune i'm looking at the ground

But everytime I hear thta whistle blowing
Everytime I hear that old black crow
Everytime I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soul

something about trains
something about love
something about this old earth
and the way it looks tonight

Jumping Someone Else's Train

Song:

Don't say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won't leave any trace
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

It won't take you long
To learn the new smile
You'll have to adapt
Or you'll be out of style
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You're jumping someone else's train

It's the latest wave
That you've been craving for
The old ideal
Was getting such a bore
Now you're back in line
Going not quite quite as far
But in half the time
Everyone's happy
They're finally all the same
'cause everyone's jumping
Everyone else's train

Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train

Damn I got millions - how about

This train will be taking no passengers - Augie March

"We will adjust to this new condition of living,
Like a man with his entrails now out him not in,
after certain techniques of torture accustoms himself
To a new condition of living...train!"

"Thoughtful godless men find god in them at the age of twenty-five
but in a year death gains favor and they think themselves the more alive,
You'll find them in the loose caboose where the pills are kept and the stupid juice,
This one has a sleeping wheel, this one has a willing noose"


"Onwards and on to the ends of love,
Pricked vanity, habit and ruse,
Onward and on to a premature silence
Where death finds too much use."


"Fifteen year old whores in training, eyes a'batting, arms a'flailing,
skin aflame, this fire fanning express..."

"If you're on board
amazement follows fear and rounded by dismay
it takes the corner into the day after today
which is a father's sorrow"


"Onward and on to the ends of meanness
where kindness is the means of the earth
Onward and on, awakening finds us
Too sensual beings from birth"

("I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry lady, I'm sorry, I'm sorry lady...I'm sorry")

"Pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with red-rind eyes
Getting pecked at by the heroin sparrows of the western skies,
It may be married to the tracks but this train flies
And it's taking no passengers."

"We'll stand on his hand, that's how you pin your man,
We'll smash him from Preston to Epworth!"


"Onward and on to the ends of reason
Where malice is the means of the Earth.
Onward and on, this strange-wrought bird,
onwards and over the black coffee earth,
Onward and on, this laughing train
to the ends of its low, low mirth..."

"Where the media make it with the media whores,
Lady Time minces man-meat with her contract claws
for a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback wars
in the outback palace...of one John Laws."

"O we will adjust to this new condition of living
like a sailor with his hands tied behind his back
imprisoned after sailing into foreign waters, unawares,
accustoms himself to a new condition of living."

"But a shadow falls between this hurtling intent and its realisation
for its government is rotten and therefore its civilisation
which is certainly taking no passengers...train..."

good stuff