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 |