Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Railroad Days
Railroad Days
Railroad Days
(Norman Blake)
G D
Up yonder hillside, on the Bear Creek run
Em
See the iron rails rusting in the summer sun
G D (walk down)
The whistles silent now through the glade
G
No sound disturbs the white oak shade
Em D
These raiload days, they've come and gone
C D
Old iron horse wheels, they rolled along
Em D
Through green valleys, 'cross rivers wide
C Em
With the whistle ringing, through the mountainside
And around the mountain, bout three mile down
See the freeway snaking, on into town
With high speed traffic, 60 miles an hour
Good by railroad my fading flower
Number 9 ain't running well she rolls no more
No you can't hear her mightly roar
Goddamn you semis, won't you pull your load
Cause you surely killed my railroad
ED