This train's the train, that Johnny rides
Forever, he will ride these rails
The Orange Blossom Special's route
Winds through many of life's trails
Those rails are smokin' hot as coals
And steam's a pourin' through the stack
Once that train starts goin' home
There's never any turning back
The conductor makes one last stop
And a hobo hops the warmest car
Huddled within the wooden frame
He knows the train's not going far
There's a lonesome, howling sound
A cloud of smoke, an engine's whine
As the train makes it's journey home
Where Johnny always "WalksThe Line"
Susan J. Kahon
Dec 24, 2005..ICYU
Recovered: Mar. 15th, 2024
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