I can see that train a comin'
Watch that big light shine this way
Hear that whistle softly blowing
Lord, it's been an awful day
I watched him leave that friday morning
It was in the month of may
I told my son, i said "son, now, be a good soldier,
But return again some day"
He did returned just one year later
Lord, i'll not forget that day
The baggage car is where he traveled
In a casket where he lay
Train man, keep your whistle blowing
Make it moan and make it whine
You make a man feel mighty lonesome
With a memory like mine
In a little country graveyard
On a dark and dreary day
They placed a flag upon the casket
And the casket in the grave
I couldn't stand it any longer
And i knew not how to pray
I just cried, "oh lord, oh lord, i hate to leave him
All alone beneath that clay"
Train man, keep your whistle blowing
Make it moan and make it whine
You make a man feel mighty lonesome
With a memory like mine
I can see him as a baby
I can hear him call my name
I can feel him under fire
And see him rising from the flames
Lord, if i could i'd trade places
I would gladly give my all
I'd wrap that flag around me like a blanket
And listen for the clods to fall
Train man, keep your whistle blowing
Make it moan and make it whine
You make a man feel mighty lonesome
With a memory like mine
