Standing on the sidetrack at the south end of town On a dry, hot, dusty August day the steam pipe pouring down The fireman with his long oil can oiling the old valve gears Waiting for the fast mail train to semaphore to clear
The engineer in the old high cab, his gold watch in his hand Looking at the water glass and letting down the sand Rolling out on the old main line taking up the slack Gone today so they say but tomorrow he'll be back
Oh, if I could return to those boyhood days of mine And the greenlight on the southern, southern railroad line
Creeping down the rusty rails of the weed grown branch line The section houses gray and white by the yard limit sign The hoggers call the old high ball, no more time to wait Rolling down to Birmingham with a ten car load for freight
Oh, if I could return to those boyhood days of mine And the greenlight on the southern, southern railroad line
The whistle scream with a hiss of steam, the headlight gleams clear The drivers roll on the green and go getting mighty near Handing up the orders to the engine crew on time It's the Alabama great southern AGS railroad line
Oh, if I could return to those boyhood days of mine And that greenlight on the southern, southern railroad line Oh, if I could return to those boyhood days of mine And that greenlight on the southern, southern railroad lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
