Dedicated To: Mario H. Magallanes
On a lonely trek of land, so far away from home
Beneath the tons of steel so blue, beats a sound
I've known so well, and heard for many years
The sound of rails, is in my blood, I know of nothing else
For in my youth, both day and night, I worked the yard so hard
With callouses on my hands and feet, and sweat upon my brow
I did what any man would do, to keep his family fed
I worked and dreamed for a better life, for wife and child I slaved
I knew deep down, within my soul, time was all that I would need
To make my dream come true
And now, I sit and guide this train, down this lonely track
I thank you God for all you've done, to keep me safe and sound
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