When you Live by a Rail Road Tracks...
Behind the House in the, Yard in the Back
When I was young I heard the Rumble of it
Coming to Carry the grain from our Grainery
But no sound of Locomotive hums in the rail
The Grain's now Hauled off by Grain Semi's
This Line got Cut in Budget Shifts.....
So now the only thing to Ride the Rail
Is the Snow as it blows and turns into Drifts
But, on windy Nights some say that
Ghost of the tracks of the Southern,
Blows its whistle as it Rolls Past...


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