I'd have to sit like most kids did
Counting as the train cars passed,
waiting for the very last
To see the old man waving his
overalls and his hair all gray
Can't understand how they can
Take the job from a kind old man
Just when it gets to the groovy part
Nowadays it ain't no you, no
Through fields they ramble
Over mountains they crawl
Why they should go do every tale,
I'd like to take this time to
complain about the trains
They used to have the finest chefs
A silent car, a nice place to rest
The windows now are sealed up tight
And what about the tracks
New tracks across the land
I feel the need to say a bit more
Instead of building up a war
I got a few more healthy chores
For the fellas dressed in gray
Build up a train runnin' by the sun
Next to small towns, every one
Granny has two older drives
Read a book and look outside
Through fields they ramble
Over mountains they climb
Why they can go to every town
Nowadays there ain't no youth
