Sad I′m sittin' on the railroad track,
Watchin′ that old smokestack
Train is a-leavin' bit 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,
Listin′ to them church bells tone.
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