The oil tanker train from down on the river In Southern Pacific and Santa Fe names Would rumble and rattle the old boxcar we lived in And I was a kid then and I loved that old train
Loaded with crude oil, headed for town The boxcar would tremble from the top to the ground And my mother could feel it even before it came "Get up son to the window, here comes the oil train"
From my checkered past I can always bring back The memories we felt in that home by the track And all these years later it's still stuck in my brain Oh I loved that old oil tanker train
Dad worked for the railroad when I was a kid And my fondest memories were things that he did And early one Christmas, after Santa Claus came There 'neath the tree ran a toy tanker trainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
