WAITING ON A TRAIN           Copyright©2010

                                                    Words & music by TF Morris

G                          Am

Every time I hear a train whistle blow

   C                                               G

It takes me back to another place in time

                                        Am

Back before interstates and skies filled up with planes

                     C                             D7              G

You’d find me, down at the rail yard waiting on a train.

                                     Am

Lord, I loved to hear that lonesome whistle sound

          C                                                  G

As the train rolled on passed headed out of town

                                           Am

Sometimes there were hobo’s in the old box cars

        C

Their faces hid in shadows

              D7                         G

But, their eyes shined out like stars.

                                  Am

 I was about the age of twelve or thirteen

      C                                     G

The first time I hopped up on a freight

                                                       Am

But, the brakeman was a big man and he was hard and mean

     C                          D7                     G

He kicked my ass then kicked me off the train.

Refrain:               C                                       G

                   Now anytime I’m lonesome and anytime I’m blue

                      D7                                C                      G

                   I go down to the station to hear that whistle toot

                      C                                       G

                   It blows away my troubles and I don’t feel no pain

                   D7                         C                G

                   Down at the station waiting on a train.

                                     Am

Seems I’ve always been a day late and dollar shy

       C                                                                  G

And when my ship comes in it will probably pass me by

                        Am

But, I’ll only have myself to blame

                  C                          D7               G

Cause I’ll be down at the station waiting on a train.

Repeat refrain:

                 D7                        C         D7   G

Tag: I’ll be down at the station waiting on a train

Memories of my youth, growing up in southwestern Pennsylvania.