(this Just Might Be) the Last Old-Time Train Song

Come on little children, put your ears upon that shiny silver rail. You know that train is comin’ and you know this time it isn’t going to fail, So listen in the distance, you can hear the whistle whining in the air, So hurry to the station, bring your neighbors, ev’rybody will be there. This just might be the last old-time train song, Sing it one more time for you and me, Kickin’ up cinders down the line, The engineer, he’s a friend of mine, This just might be the last old-time train song. Hurry to the platform, try to see the train, it’s just a mile away, And listen to those drivers poundin’, bringin’ back the sounds of yesterday, The engineer is waving, all the little boys, they seem to know his name, The station’s full of people, and the train is here, and ain’t you glad you came? Now the whistle’s blowing, now the fireman’s stoking up a little steam, The passengers are boarding and I wonder, is this really all a dream? And is that train returning, or will it be gone forever down the track? It doesn’t matter, we’ll keep singing, just as if that train is comin’ back.