The LAST TRAIN
The LAST TRAIN The LAST TRAIN FOREWORD “The Last Train” is a perfect song that captures the imagination of anyone who has stood along the railroad tracks in some little American town. The memories of times past are etched through generations, fading like an old photograph. Gordon Titcomb brings them back together, connecting all their stories in a few short verses that capture, like a time capsule, a way of life few can remember. What a gorgeous tribute this is that preserves as it dis
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The LAST TRAIN
The LAST TRAIN
FOREWORD
“The Last Train” is a perfect song that captures the imagination of anyonewho has stood along the railroad tracks in some little American town.
The memories of times past are etched through generations, fading like an old photograph.
Gordon Titcomb brings them back together, connecting all their stories in a few short verses that capture,
like a time capsule, a way of life few can remember.
What a gorgeous tribute this is that preserves as it distills for future generations the life of a little railroad station.
There's a little railroad station in the center of our town,
The windows boarded up, the roof is falling down.
If you close your eyes and listen, you can almost hear the sound
Of those big iron horses rolling into town.
My Granddad was a railroad man, he drove the trains around,
My Daddy, he sold tickets till they closed the station down.
Now the tracks that shone like silver, have turned to rusty brown.
Thirty years ago the last train rolled through town.
I'm riding on the City of New Orleans,
Thinking 'bout the Wabash Cannonball.
Oooooh . . . Midnight Flyer,
Hear that lonesome freight train whistle call.
