I have met the Master on my knees been tested and I've tried And I've seen the God of heaven paint the fields and the country side I've been the husband
of place these days But you've had your days of glory train train train [ ac.guitar ] Train they say you're too slow for travelin' but I'm gonna miss you some
used to like to listen to the tales of the old men who sat around the old park square But the piddlers and the whittlers and the checker boards're gone
cold dark night Someone was killed neath the town hall light There were few at the scene but they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me