Composers: Max D. Barnes Genre: country Producer:Nelson Guimaraes Hit Trax:www.MIDI.COM.AU ===============================
He was older than the depot Where the trains run out of Nashville And a million miles reflected on his face He held a deep relation To that old run down station And oh soon they'd both be gone without a trace
He talked about old engine As if it were an old friend And he loved to make that Lonesome whistle whine With his head held out the window His hand upon the throttle And the winds of freedom Blowing through his mind
[He said, "You'll never get to Heaven on a freight train But you can leave your blues behind No, you'll never get to heaven on a freight train But you can ride it to the end of the line."]
There was forty years of knowing The whistle he was blowing Was enough to send the shiver through their veins Hauling out the hobo's And the local skidrow winos And anyone who loved a good fast train
[He said, "You'll never get to Heaven on a freight train But you can leave your blues behind No, you'll never get to heaven on a freight train But you can ride it to the end of the line."]
Now the engine's old and rusty Stations dark and dusty And papa's gone to claim his last reward Now I know old trains don't run to heaven But I swear,... as he was leavin I heard an angel calling All aboard
[And I bet he went to heaven on a freight train I bet he rode it one more time Yes, I bet he went to heaven on a freight train I bet he rode it to the end of the line]
[And I bet he went to heaven on a freight train I bet he rode it one more time Yes, I bet he went to heaven on a freight train I bet he rode it to the end of the line]