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Show The Old Depot Sometimes when the day is ending And I ha-- "n to pass by, The oli t there on Main Street Will jut.. ort of catch my eye. The memories that cross my mind I can close my eyes and see The luggage wagons all lined up And folks waitin' patiently. There was a certain kind of feelln' That you just can't quite explain When you heard the whistle blowin' Just before you saw the train. Then with big white light a shinin' Searching all along the track, You could see the locomotive Lookin' mighty big and black. There would be the mexed emotions As the train was drawing hear. Some were waiting for their loved ones Others leaving someone dear. You would see the fond embraces, And then each would go their way; As the old train left the station To return some other day. The old depot is still standing. But it seems that there should be A light burning in the window Some folks looking out to see The flickering of a headlight Still brightening up the track And a steaming locomotive Lookin' mighty big and black. JERRY BARRETT |