Lyrics Raised By the Railroad - Chris LeDoux

The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high-speed hum of the passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul, and the heart and the mind
Of a boy that's raised by the railroad line

The sound of the whistle at the crossin' road
And the tanks and the trucks, and the tractors on the flatcar load
Becomes a part of the soul, and the heart and the mind
Of the boy that's raised by the railroad line

And the big round penny that you lay on the rails and the wheels mash flat
And the glimpse of the faces of the ladies and the men in the engineer's hat

And the brakeman waves from the red caboose
He's a part of the past that never quite turns loose
He's a part of the soul, and the heart, and the mind
Of the boy that's raised by the railroad line

And the big round penny that you lay on the rails and the wheels mash flat
And the glimpse of the faces of the ladies and the man in the engineer's hat

And the brakeman waves from the red caboose
He's a part of the past, never quite turns loose
He's a part of the soul, and the heart, and the mind
Of the boy that's raised by the railroad line

The clickety sound of the southbound freight
And the high-speed hum of a passenger train
Becomes a part of the soul, and the heart, and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line