| Song | Passing Of The Train |
| Artist | Rhonda Vincent |
| Album | Back Home Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 Clickityclack, 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 Clickityclack, 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 |