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Original: There Used To Be A Train - LIVE ©2012 James F. Curley
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James Curley presents a new song - "There Used To Be A Train" - from his forthcoming CD. This performance was in March 2011 at SPACE in Evanston IL.
LYRICS
There used to be a train; ran along these tracks,
taking coal down to the mill, bringing empty rail cars back
Headlight in the rain, blew its whistle in the night,
rumbled through my dreams and told me everything’s all right
There used to be a train; stopped in my hometown,
took my cousin off to war; brought his body back around.
He jumped from planes into the fields of Vietnam;
died in New York City with a needle in his arm
Rusted rails and rotting ties are all that remain
To prove that once upon a time there used to be a train… There used to be a train
There used to be a train; every hobo hitched a ride
from job to job and town to town across the countryside .
Now the fruited plain offers nothing for the poor
and honest work for homeless folk has become folklore
There used to be a train that would bring the candidates,
folk from near and far could get to hear the whistle-stop debate.
Nowadays campaigns control every little thing
and we get the kind of government a train would never bring
The Roman Empire is no more, and we will fade away; Via Salaria, Great Northern, Sante Fe…
There used to be a train far off in the night,
bound for the horizon and the early morning light
The free and brave would board it with their dreams,
I hope and pray that old train ain’t runnin’ out of steam
LYRICS
There used to be a train; ran along these tracks,
taking coal down to the mill, bringing empty rail cars back
Headlight in the rain, blew its whistle in the night,
rumbled through my dreams and told me everything’s all right
There used to be a train; stopped in my hometown,
took my cousin off to war; brought his body back around.
He jumped from planes into the fields of Vietnam;
died in New York City with a needle in his arm
Rusted rails and rotting ties are all that remain
To prove that once upon a time there used to be a train… There used to be a train
There used to be a train; every hobo hitched a ride
from job to job and town to town across the countryside .
Now the fruited plain offers nothing for the poor
and honest work for homeless folk has become folklore
There used to be a train that would bring the candidates,
folk from near and far could get to hear the whistle-stop debate.
Nowadays campaigns control every little thing
and we get the kind of government a train would never bring
The Roman Empire is no more, and we will fade away; Via Salaria, Great Northern, Sante Fe…
There used to be a train far off in the night,
bound for the horizon and the early morning light
The free and brave would board it with their dreams,
I hope and pray that old train ain’t runnin’ out of steam
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