Raised By The Railroad Line Lyrics by Chris Ledoux
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The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high speed hum of a passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line

The sound of a whistle at the crossin' road
And the tanks and the trucks and the tractors on the flatcar load
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line

And the big round penny that you lay on the rails
And the wheels mash flat
And a glimpse of the faces of the ladies
And the picture of the men in the engineer's hat

And the brakeman waves from the red caboose
He's a part of the past, never quite turns loose
It's a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line

And the big round penny that you lay on the rails
And the wheels mash flat
And a glimpse of the faces of the ladies
And the picture of the men in the engineer's hat

And the brakeman waves from the red caboose
He's a part of the past, never quite turns loose
It's a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line

The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high speed hum of a passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
The clickety sound of the southbound freight   And the high speed hum of a passenger train   Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind   Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line      The sound of a whistle at the crossin' road   And the tanks and the trucks and the tractors on the flatcar load   Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind   Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line      And the big round penny that you lay on the rails   And the wheels mash flat   And a glimpse of the faces of the ladies   And the picture of the men in the engineer's hat      And the brakeman waves from the red caboose   He's a part of the past, never quite turns loose   It's a part of the soul and a heart and the mind   Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line      And the big round penny that you lay on the rails   And the wheels mash flat   And a glimpse of the faces of the ladies   And the picture of the men in the engineer's hat      And the brakeman waves from the red caboose   He's a part of the past, never quite turns loose   It's a part of the soul and a heart and the mind   Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line      The clickety sound of the southbound freight   And the high speed hum of a passenger train   Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind   Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line