Here Comes That Train Again

Written by Stephen McCarthy

Here comes that train again

I was just wonderin' where she'd been

Left Dallas at ten past eight

I'm so gald she won't be late

Now here comes that train again

Down the hill and cryin' out loud

Won't you watch that white steam cloud

Brings me back to days gone by

When I watch his lay ride by

Now here comes that train again

Hear the whistle, see the smoke

Down the track I'd walk

To the trains with their Hollywood names

I can still hear the talk

Since I've gone that train's moved on

But I hope to see

One day that train's comin' back to me

Down the hill and cryin' out loud

Won't you watch that white steam cloud

Brings me back to days gone by

When I watch his lay ride by

Now here comes that train again

Now here comes that train again

Hear the whistle, see the smoke

Down the track I'd walk

To the trains with their Hollywood names

I can still hear the talk

Since I've gone that train's moved on

But I hope to see

One day that train's comin' back to me

One day that train's comin' back to me

One day that train's comin' back to me

© Stephen McCarthy

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