Big Iron Horses

Big Iron Horses road across five yards bridge

And me and my grandpa we watched from the ridge

He knew all the trains, he'd call out each one

Where they're goin' too, where they're comin' from?

He'd say that one's from Memphis, bound for Moline

An old '97, she's from New Orleans

From New York to Denver, they'd roll through this town

Now those days are gone but I still hear the sound of

Big Iron Horses, steel turning round

The sparks and the thunder as the wheels shook the ground

The boxcars and the flatbeds and the whistles blowin' steam

That was yesterday, now those big trains don't come anymore

Now the years passed so quickly and the world had moved on

And change cast her shadow as they left one by one

When the last train left Avon, no one was there

Guess they didn't know, guess they didn't care

Now the station is empty and the train yard lies still

And grandpa is gone now to St. Agnes hill

Now I stand on the fire watch and as I close my eyes

I see a little boy, and he's waving goodbye to the

Big Iron Horses, steel turning round

The sparks and the thunder as the wheels shook the ground

The boxcars and flatbeds and the whistles blowin' steam

That was long ago, now they live on in my dreams

Big Iron Horses, steel turning round

The sparks and the thunder as the wheels shook the ground

The boxcars and the flatbeds and the whistles blowin' steam

That was yesterday, now those big trains don't come anymore

Anymore, Iron Horses

Big Iron Horses