Sad I’m a-sittin’ on the railroad track
Watchin’ that old smokestack
Train is a-leavin’ but it won’t be back
Years ago we hung around
Watchin’ trains roll through the town
Now that train is a-graveyard bound
Where we go up in that North Country
Lakes and streams and mines so free
I had no better friend than he
Something happened to him that day
I thought I heard a stranger say
I hung my head and stole away
A diesel truck was rollin’ slow
Pullin’ down a heavy load
It left him on a Utah road
They carried him back to his home town
His mother cried, his sister moaned
Listenin’ to them church bells tone
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