Small Boys Trains and Outlaws

There was derelict old Steam engine, I played on when I was ten, I'd hear that lonesome whistle blow, and the old west would live again, I rode with Billy Miner's gang, To rob The CPR, Climbed onboard that rusty engine, hollering "Shorty, check the baggage car!" I wonder if the ghost of ol' Bill Miner, ever watched us at our play, Small boys re-enacting , a near forgotten day. Forty years and more have passed... I still hear that lonesome whistle blow My pony snorts impatiently , She knows it's time to go. "Pull up your masks and draw your pistols!" We come around the engine at a run, Three riders on fast horses, flashing hooves and blazing gun. That very same old engine, I played on as a child, Now hauls tourists back in time, to when the West was wild. Old railroad men and cowboys , re-enact a bygone day, While the grinning ghost of Billy Miner, watches us at play.