Train, Train - The Oak Ridge Boys

I lost a pretty penny on my daddy’s farm

To the railroad tracks that ran between the back porch and the barn

Every time that locomotive would start to shake the ground

I’d beat it to the backyard and I’d lay my Lincoln down

I’d signal to the engineer, he’d always let her blow

I’d count the cars, one by one, wishin' I could go

Train train choo-choo train

Heard that oooh oooh oooooohhhhhh

And I’ve never been the same

Train train choo-choo train

There’s still a little rambling round running through my veins

From the Blue Ridge Smoky Mountains on L&N's old rails

To the Kansas City Southern sleepin' with the mail

I cut steel through Pennsylvania on the P&LE too

Saw the Colorado River from a Rio Grande caboose

Now every time that iron horse is comin' 'round the bend

I hear that lonesome sound oh Lord, and there I go again