Sad I'm Sittin' On The Railroad Track,

Watchin' That Old Smokestack.

Train Is A-leavin' Bit It Won't Be Back.



Years Ago We Hung Around,

Watchin' Trains Roll Through The Town.

Now That Train Is A-graveyard Bound.



Where We Go Up In That North Country,

Lakes And Streams And Mines So Free,

I Had No Better Friend Than He.



Something Happened To Him That Day,

I Thought I Heard A Stranger Say,

I Hung My Head And Stole Away.



A Diesel Truck Was Rollin' Slow,

Pullin' Down A Heavy Load.

It Left Him On A Utah Road.



They Carried Him Back To His Home Town,

His Mother Cried, His Sister Moaned,

Listin' To Them Church Bells Tone.