Leaving the Train Station

As the train would come to crossing we would hear the whistle blow…of course it would bring to mind that song by Hank Williams  “I heard that Lonesome Whistle Blow…

I HEARD THAT LONESOME WHISTLE BLOW

I was riding Number Nine,
Heading South from Caroline.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
I didn’t trouble had to roam,
I left my gal, I left my home.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.

Just a kid acting smart,
I went and broke my darling’s heart.
I guess I was too young to know.
They took me off the Georgia Main,
Locked me to a ball and chain.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.

All alone I bear the shame,
I’m a number, not a name.
I heard that lonesome blow.
All I do is sit and cry,
When that evening train goes by.
I heard that lonesome blow.

I’ll be locked here in this cell,
‘Till my body’s just a shell;
And my hair turns whiter than snow.
I’ll never see that gal of mine,
I’m in Georgia doing time.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.

Not the most romantic of views, but still exciting!   But in our case it isn’t a lonesome sound, but the sound of

The Train Song  by Phil Rosenthal

The train is rolling down the track,

Listen to the wheels go clickety clack,

Over the bridge, around the bend,
Taking me for a ride.

The engine’s up at the front of the train,
Pulling all the cars through the sun and the rain,
Over the bridge, around the bend,
Taking me for a ride.

When the engineer pulls the throttle down,
And the whistle starts to blow,
You can hear that sound for miles around,
And it lets all the people know,
That the train is rolling down the track,
Listen to the wheels go clickety clack,
Over the bridge, around the bend,
Taking me for a ride.

Now we sit here in the passenger car,
And the freight car’s next in line,
And way in back is the little caboose,
Rolling along behind.

And people stand by the railroad side,
And wave to us as we go by,
Over the bridge, around the bend,
Taking me for a ride.

The train is rolling down the track,
Listen to the wheels go clickety clack,
Over the bridge, around the bend,
Taking me for a ride.

Linda

6 thoughts on “Leaving the Train Station

  1. Hi Linda, I loved hearing about your train ride (both posts). SO glad that you all offered that nice ride for your daughters and grandchildren…. SO NEAT… I would love that –since I enjoy trains so much…. What a nice day!!!!!

    Hugs,
    Betsy

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  2. OK, thank you for the now repeating of “Hear that lonesome whistle blow” going thru my head!! 🙂
    Enjoyed looking out the window with you!
    Blessings!

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  3. Very interesting the video!
    Seems from the starting point that in times ago, this was a major freight ( maybe) train area.
    Now tracks to nowhere. Same here. The days of freight trains has been replaced with big double
    trucks here. Clogging roads, having to keep to schedules, drivers taking “pep” pills to stay awake equates to accidents! And here in Australia, they are a “dime a dozen” as you say! Many are fatal.
    Completely innocent car travellers meet untimely deaths.
    Trains here were run by the government, they washed their hands of it. Too expensive to run, so they gave in to the private sector of using big, heavy trucks. In country areas here, these truckies as they are called drive at unbelievable speeds, when one gets “up the arse” of your car you pull over. These damn trucks even roar through the CBD of Brisbane, the “truckies” don’t like paying for the Toll roads to avoid the CBD. Ridiculous.
    The video reminds me of the classic movie – ” Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe”.
    So-called progress, is rather strange to me. Just bring back the freight trains and get the freight transport off the roads. Less lives are lost.
    Great blog Linda – congratulations.
    Cheers
    Colin ( Brisbane. Australia)
    Weather report: Fine and sunny, but not much warmth in the sun. Thankfully no rain and no winds yet, but bloody August is right next. A terrible month here. To possible US and oversees viewers,
    “Don’t come the ‘Land Down Under’ in August.

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