Imaginin’ (Neil Cotton)

~C
We hear the whistle of the train
See it ramble round the bend
We smell the cattle cars,
Feel the ground vibratin’
We taste the black smoke
And begin imaginin’

Who has never stood by the tracks and marveled at the sound
Of the clickity clack of steel wheels travelling round & round
If there are any who missed, that rhythmic experience
They won’t understand how trains, intoxicate each sense

I’ve closed my eyes and seen hobos jumping on board
Heard songs of the freedom slaves escaping the Civil War
Felt the club of railway cops busting convicts on the run
Caught the scent of mountain pines begging travelers to come

We hear the whistle of the train
See it ramble round the bend
We smell the cattle cars,
Feel the ground vibratin’
We taste the black smoke
And begin imaginin’

Johnny, Merle, Hanks and Jimmy before them
Wrote of the romance behind the big engines

We hear the whistle of the train
See it ramble round the bend
We smell the cattle cars,
Feel the ground vibratin’
We taste the black smoke
And begin imaginin’

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