Through The Window Of A Train

(Tim Stafford-Steve Gulley/Daniel House Music, BMI-Gulley's Curve Music, BMI)
Everybody drives the same old roads these days
Don't see a thing, but they know the way
Every mile's a marker, every town's the same
Another place to stop but not to stay
Daddy was a brakeman on the L&N
Sometimes he'd let me ride along with him
No matter where we'd stop along the way
Everybody knew his name
A different story down every line
People workin' hard just to live and die
I saw it all once upon a time
Through the window of a train
Then we started back the way we came
Like people moving through a picture frame
Seems the whole world's further down the track
But I'm always looking back
I don't expect you all to understand
Or see the country like a railroad man
So many things you'd never realize
Unless you saw 'em with these eyes
Birmingham to Jackson, hear the whistle call
And the sun goes down like a big red ball
In my memory I still see it all
Through the window of a train