Well, the last time I remember That train stopping at the depot Was when me and my Aunt Veta Came riding back from Waco I remember I was wearing My long pants and we was sharing Conversation with a man Who sold ball-point pens and paper
And the train stopped once in Clifton Where my Aunt bought me some ice cream And my Mom was there to meet us When the train pulled into Kopperl
But now kids at night break window lights And the sound of trains only remains In the memory of the ones like me Who have turned their backs on the splintered cracks In the walls that stand on the railroad land Where we used to play and then run away From the depot man
I remember me and brother Used to run down to the depot Just to listen to the whistle When the train pulled into Kopperl And the engine big and shiny Black as coal that fed the fire And the engineer would smile and say, "Howdy, how ya fellows?"
And the people by the windows Playing cards and reading papers Looked as far away to us As next summer's school vacationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.