Hanging out at the fishin’ pond I’d catch either blue gill or bass
Nearby was a huge field of bluebell flowers & Kentucky blue grass

Just in time for the 3pm train I can hear in the distance the blaring whistle
Giving a warning as it comes down the track whipping past the purple thistle

Riding slowly by the conductors knew I’d be fishing I’d hold up my fish, they’d open the window
And they’d say that’s a nice fish Lynne, Can you catch one for me kiddo?

They knew me by name because they sometimes Stop their train get off and say hello and come visit my grandparents on the farm.
They’d sometimes stop, get a plate of grandmas shuckie beans and cornbread, cobbler for a meal, after all quick stop, was really no harm.

It was a great time for all when they would stop by on occasion
For the railroad men to stop by, it was for them a little gratification