Hey Mom, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you teach me a thing or two? You just let me go out into the world You never thought to share what you knew
Written by Buddy Cannon ©1978 Universal-Sabal Music, Inc. (ASCAP) I guess he don?t like westbound trains Stopped down by the depot this morning But
I've checked every train, sunshine or rain I guess he don?t like westbound trains Stopped down by the depot this morning But the train had already gone
These days go by like trucks and trains Some hit so hard you barely feel a thing Lights out right now back then and forevermore Lights out left now this
(green/lincoln) His love is a very easy love His hate is a very awkward hate And his kiss is a comforting blow His fight is just a fashionable show Without
There will never be a time When I'm untrue to you, yeah You, you're always on my mind Tell me what can I do? I've been through a string of affairs 'Til
Down at the railroad station my suitcase settin' by my side Got no high hopes of leaving I'm just watching the trains go by Watching the trains go by
Another lonely day is almost gone The sun's going down again and you're still not home The last of the trains have all come in But I'll come back tomorrow
By Dave Fenton And again I wait for you My tired hands are turning blue I'm not sure if it's night or day My body's aching in the cold and rain
Trains and boats and planes are passing by They mean a trip to Paris or Rome To someone else but not for me The trains and boats and planes Took you away
Here I am at the end of the day with a cup of cold coffee from the station buffet. On Trains, on Trains I seem to spend my life on Trains. See the blue
It was the army train that took her daddy from her It was the Bible train that took her momma too And that high loud whistle made her horse run away But
Trains moan in my sleep when I'm tryin' to go to bed Movin' way to slow for whatever that they be carryin' I've been workin' hard ever since I was a kid
Trains and boats and planes are passing by Could mean a trip to Paris or Rome For someone else but not for me The trains and boats and planes Took you
Billy had an eye for looking She had her eye on him They may know how they stayed together Be it sink or swim Through the autumn, through the winter You
This is the last song ever written About trains and brains and rain Ain't it a sin? For these good lyrics, I have no fears They've all got roles, plots
Keeping up nostalgic Want to own tomorrow Discipline is his passion Now is enough Outside the trains don?t run on time He believes it?s not coincidence
I was five years old when daddy started packing And I stood there by my momma as she cried And the next thing that we knew some old train came passing