You know there's nothing that stirs my imagination like the sound of a steam locomotive.

That lonesome whistle cutting through the night and that call him a black smoke and steam throwing

shadows across the land.

When I was a boy, the trains ran by my house and they carried with him a promise that somewhere down the track anything

would be possible.

And you know for some reason it was awfully important to me that when I waved at the engineer that he waved back at me.

The railroads were an important part in the building of America. As a matter of fact,

America didn't really begin to grow until the railroads came along.

We were a little country with a toehold just on the east coast and that big dark wilderness out there waiting and it was the trains that took us there. Let's relive it.

relive it. I'm going to You need another one you good right now?

I'm all right. I got to play any left in here.

Well, we'll do another train song, why not?

I'm promising me an old brother, we have appreciated that. You're going to do. Listen to the jingo, the rumble and the go.

And she flies along the woodlands through the hills and by the shore

in the mighty rush to the end

here some on some hovel swab.

He's traveling through the jungle

on that wabash cannonball.

Well the eastern side

well the eastern states and bandy soda. Well Eastern States and Pandey, so the people always say, New York to St Louis,

with Chicago by the way from the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall.

No changes to be taking on that far-bad skin.

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