作词 : Nelson, Rushing (Jim Rushing - Gene Nelson) Way back when it all began with muscle, wood and steel The mind of man tamed the land with a horse that rode on wheels It broke the heart of the red man And made a name for Jesse James A mark was left forever By the passing of the train As a little child my thoughts ran wild As I clung to mama's dress As the train drew near the engineer Waved my fears to rest He ripped his hat and pulled the cord And blew a long refrain ' Round midnight I'll be dreamin' Of the passing of the train Chorus Clickity-clack, eatin' up the track Can't you hear that whistle scream She's lettin' you know just how she feels With a belly full of steam All aboard who's going aboard It'll never the the same It's a downright lonesome feeling With the passing of the train Well, that old caboose they cut it loose And they ain't gonna bring it back Well, it sits beside the towns that died Along a million miles of track Well we're already late when we get there So we'd sooner hop a plane But anyone who's heard that whistle Mourns the passing of the train Chorus All aboard who's going aboard It's never the same It's a downright lonesome feeling With the passing of the train
作词 : Nelson, Rushing (Jim Rushing - Gene Nelson) Way back when it all began with muscle, wood and steel The mind of man tamed the land with a horse that rode on wheels It broke the heart of the red man And made a name for Jesse James A mark was left forever By the passing of the train As a little child my thoughts ran wild As I clung to mama's dress As the train drew near the engineer Waved my fears to rest He ripped his hat and pulled the cord And blew a long refrain ' Round midnight I'll be dreamin' Of the passing of the train Chorus Clickity-clack, eatin' up the track Can't you hear that whistle scream She's lettin' you know just how she feels With a belly full of steam All aboard who's going aboard It'll never the the same It's a downright lonesome feeling With the passing of the train Well, that old caboose they cut it loose And they ain't gonna bring it back Well, it sits beside the towns that died Along a million miles of track Well we're already late when we get there So we'd sooner hop a plane But anyone who's heard that whistle Mourns the passing of the train Chorus All aboard who's going aboard It's never the same It's a downright lonesome feeling With the passing of the train
