Southbound Train To Mexico

Oh the kettle it reminds me
Of the sound of that old train
We used to ride down to Mexico
To forget all of our pain

I'm not pining for those days
Yes, I'm happy where I am
But how can we forget the wind in our hair
And the sound of that old train
The old southbound
The old southbound
The old southbound

We were boys and nothing more
Our pockets filled with space
Hope carried on wheels of steel
The tracks knew our shame

I'm not longing for those days
Yes, I'm happy where I am
But how can we forget the wind in our hair
And the sound of that old train
The old southbound
The old southbound
The old southbound

Grey tracks now in our beards
And the children at our feet
Mexico seems so long ago
And the memory buries deep

Love and hate are left in the dust
Of an old Mexico place
Our names fall off the lips of those
Who recline in weathered graves

Now I'm not pining for those days
Yes, I'm happier where I am
But how can we forget the wind in our hair
And the sound of that old train
The old southbound
The old southbound
The old southbound
The old southbound
The old southbound
The old southbound
The old southbound