Through The Window Of A Train - Blue Highway

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