Story Behind The Song
I grew up in a small town near a railroad track. I fell asleep every night listening to the trains. I played alot on or near that track, thru all seasons.
Song Description
Protaganist is looking down an abandoned rail and remembering his youth in relation to the railroad track. He misses the train and everything it represents. The music has the rolling feel of a train going down the track.
| Song Length |
4:45 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant |
Subject |
Change, History, Past |
| Similar Artists |
Arlo Guthrie, The Byrds |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
RUSTY TRACKS By Scott Aycock
Copyright 2000
8/99
I'm standing on the trestle
Looking down this old rusty track
Wondering where the train went
Wondering if it's ever coming back
CHORUS-
These rails ain't felt the thunder
Of the wheels in years
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin In my ears
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin' in my ears.
I remember as a boy
We'd lay our pennies on that track
Hide and watch and wait
As the wheels laid that penny flat.
CHORUS
These rails ain't felt the thunder
Of the wheels in years
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin In my ears
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin' in my ears.
At night we'd lie in the tall grass
That grew up close to the tracks
And listen for the train and talk about
How when we leave we're never coming back.
CHORUS
These rails ain't felt the thunder
Of the wheels in years
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin In my ears
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin' in my ears.
BREAK/
These rails ain't felt the thunder
Of the wheels in years
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin In my ears
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin' in my ears.
In summer they cut the grass
On the slope next to the track
We'd leap on the the cardboard
And slide all the way on our backs.
CHORUS
These rails ain't felt the thunder
Of the wheels in years
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin In my ears
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin' in my ears.
Standing here a man
Tall weeds cover up the track
I'm wondering where the train went
Wondering if it's ever coming back.
CHORUS
These rails ain't felt the thunder
Of the wheels in years
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin In my ears
And I miss that lonesome whistle
Blowin' in my ears.