Lyrics:

By Bob Dylan



sad I'm Sittin' On The Railroad Track,

watchin' That Old Smokestack.

train Is A-Leavin' Bit It Won't Be Back.



years Ago We Hung Around,

watchin' Trains Roll Through The Town.

now That Train Is A-Graveyard Bound.



where We Go Up In That North Country,

lakes And Streams And Mines So Free,

i Had No Better Friend Than He.



something Happened To Him That Day,

i Thought I Heard A Stranger Say,

i Hung My Head And Stole Away.



a Diesel Truck Was Rollin' Slow,

pullin' Down A Heavy Load.

it Left Him On A Utah Road.



they Carried Him Back To His Home Town,

his Mother Cried, His Sister Moaned,

listin' To Them Church Bells Tone.