The Train Don'T Come By

Old wooden benches covered in dust Windows broken, some glass on the floor I long for a seven day ride on the rails But the train don't come by here no more Those days are gone when the railroad was king And you could hear that whistle each night I still jump on board in my nostalgic dreams Riding that freight train clean out of sight Summer days, I walk along the old tracks Where the blueberries are still growing wild While I'm walking I daydream about The days when I was a child I walk by the station and think back to the days When passengers rode by the score I'd like one time to take a seven day ride But the train don't come by here no more.