There’s a haunting sound of the train on the tracks
Constantly rolling down the line, Then races right back
That Chug a chug a sound
rolling on thin metal, shaking the ground
the train car loaded with the grain
causing the echoing of that sad refrain
The whistle blows as she goes moving along
shattering the silence in the nearby home
the train keeps rushing, rushing but never flies
Never anytime time for a proper goodbye
When her whistle screams into the night
it always causes an unexpected fright
Move on big freight train. I see you out my windowpane
I always stop and watch as you pass by my lane
