Well the last time I remember   The train stopping at the depot   Was when me and my Aunt Veta   We came riding back from Waco      Well I remember I was wearing   My long pants and we was sharing   Conversation with a man   Who sold ball-point pens and paper      And the train stopped once in Clifton   Where my aunt bought me some ice cream   And my mom was there to meet us   When the train pulled into Kopperl      But now kids at night break window lights   And the sound of trains only remains   In the memory of the ones like me   Who have turned their backs on the splintered cracks   In the walls that stand on the railroad land   Where we used to play and then run away   From the depot man      I remember me and brother   Used to run down to the depot   Just to listen to the whistle   When the train pulled into Kopperl      And the engine big and shiny   Black as coal that fed the fire   And the engineer would smile and say   "Howdy, how ya fellows?"      And the people by the windows   Playing cards and reading papers   Looked as far away to us   As next summer's school vacation      But now kids at night break window lights   And the sound of trains only remains   In the memory of the ones like me   Who have turned their backs on the splintered cracks   In the walls that stand on the railroad land   Where we used to play and then run away   From the depot man   From the depot man