(Tim Stafford-Steve Gulley/Daniel House Music, BMI-Gulley's Curve Music, BMI) 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