Listen for the Train - Corey Smith

Me and my brother used to walk along this railroad track

We’d get fries and Coca-Cola from the old Snack Shack

Dad would reach into his wallet for a few dollar bills

And say, «Y'all better watch for traffic by the cotton mill

And please, boys, listen for the train.»

Oh my, how the years have gone by

Youth is just a blink of an eye

Oh, it’s crazy how this town has changed

And it’s crazy which things are the same

I still listen for the train.

Listen for the train

I used to cruise around the square in an old Chevrolet

I drove that baby-blue Beretta like a Z28

Daddy threw me the keys my seventeenth birthday

And said, «A good father will giveth and he’ll taketh away

Have fun, son, but listen for the train.

Please.»

My how the years have gone by

Youth is just a blink of an eye

Oh, it’s crazy how this town has changed

And it’s crazy which things are the same

I still listen for the train.

Listen for the train

I was eighteen when the mill closed up and the railroad slowed down

Now there’s fast food with a strip mall and a Wal-Mart on the bypass around the

town

Oh and now I get a little teary-eyed when I drive my kids to school

I sit and wait for a train to go by, and they say, «Daddy what’s the matter

with you?»

My how the years have gone by

Youth is just a blink of an eye

Oh, it’s crazy how this town has changed

And it’s crazy which things are the same

Oh, it’s crazy which things are the same

I said, «It's crazy which things are the same

Boys, listen for the train.

Listen for the train

Me and my brother used to walk along this railroad track.»