<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=79140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Railroad Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written by - Jim Croce & Ingrid Croce<br>When I was a boy in the days of the train<br>I'd sit by the tracks on a long summer day<br>And I'd wave at the brakesman<br>And he'd wave back at me<br>While the thunderclouds rolled<br>Out of East Tennessee<br>But the dreams of a boy disappear when you're grown<br>And though I may dream, the railroads are gone<br>The ties they are rotten<br>And the tracks shot to hell<br>Along with my dreams and the old railroad bell<br>In my dreams I ride the rails to California<br>Workin' diners and farms along the way<br>Or I'd hop a ride to hide across the border<br>With a black eyed girl beside me all the way<br>Now the mountains are silent<br>And the railroads are gone<br>And the coal towns no longer hear the miners at dawn<br>But the train whistle shrills out her memories to me<br>While the thunderclouds roll out of East Tennessee<br>In my dreams I ride the rails to California<br>Workin' diners and farms along the way<br>Or I'd hop a ride to hide across the border<br>With a black eyed girl beside me all the way<br>Now the mountains are silent<br>And the railroads are gone<br>And the coal towns no longer hear the miners at dawn<br>But the train whistle shrills out her memories to me<br>While the thunderclouds roll out of East Tennessee</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Jim Croce - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=79140" data-title="Railroad Song" data-description="Written by - Jim Croce & Ingrid Croce When I was a boy in the days of the train I'd sit by the tracks on a long summer day And I'd wave at the brakesman And he'd wave back at me While the thunderclouds rolled Out of East Tennessee But the dreams o..."></div> </div> </div>

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