How Long Is This Train
How long is this train son
I heard his fragile voice
I didn't want to listen but there really was no choice
It seems like it goes on forever and I've waited for so long
The old man's breath came slow and smelled of whiskey in the dawn
On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain
There's just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train
And as I waited for my sister to come down the metal stairs
He told me that his son had not been home in fifteen years
And I barely seemed to notice the tears that find his face
But emotions were no strangers to the people in this place
The old man stood there waiting for a young man dressed in blue
Then he handed him a neatly folded flag and said for you
He said your son he died a hero in the service of this flag
The old man took it gently put it in his paper bag
Then I left him in the rain there but I still hear his voice
I try hard not to listen but there really is no choice
On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain
There's just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train
How long is this train son
I can hear the pouring rain
I'm still reminded of him when I hear a passing train
I heard his fragile voice
I didn't want to listen but there really was no choice
It seems like it goes on forever and I've waited for so long
The old man's breath came slow and smelled of whiskey in the dawn
On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain
There's just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train
And as I waited for my sister to come down the metal stairs
He told me that his son had not been home in fifteen years
And I barely seemed to notice the tears that find his face
But emotions were no strangers to the people in this place
The old man stood there waiting for a young man dressed in blue
Then he handed him a neatly folded flag and said for you
He said your son he died a hero in the service of this flag
The old man took it gently put it in his paper bag
Then I left him in the rain there but I still hear his voice
I try hard not to listen but there really is no choice
On a cold November morning in the gentle mist of rain
There's just so many reasons that people wait to meet a train
How long is this train son
I can hear the pouring rain
I'm still reminded of him when I hear a passing train
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Stafford
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
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- This Sad Song (Single Version) [Live]
- Whiskey Drinking Man (Single Version) [Live]
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- Keep Your Eye On Kentucky
- G.O.A.T.
- Hey Brother
- One More Time Before You Go
- Ten Degrees and Getting Colder (feat. Dailey and Vincent)
- Church Street Blues (feat. Molly Tuttle) - Single
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