Station Man - Martin Sexton

Down around the reservation

Up around the bend

Lies a lazy little ghost town

In a god forsaken land

Set up on the platform

Wringing his hands

Humming a crazy old number

Its the station man

He sings about sweet Virginia

Sweetest in the land

Said she’d come on back for me

Just soon as she can

And the rusty track laughs a cold phrase in the sun

You see the last train left here 1971

I can still hear the children on the fourth of July

Down at the general store there was a gas pump

And the church bells that ring on Sunday

Then he turns his head on easterly

Raises his hand

Pointing his shaky finger

As he tries to take a stand

U.S. highway number one hundred twenty three

Laid concrete and steel where my house used to be

I can still hear those children

Singing in the schoolyard

Lemonade on the back porch

As the sun went down

Rocking chair and my memories

Sold them for chump change

Sold them off to folks like you coming around