I'm just an engineer from Denver.
Hate to hear my customers
complain.
I'm sending a letter to my
senator,
"Treat this railroad like
it were a saint."
[Chorus]
Get that choo-choo on the
track,
Put some steam in your smoke
stack.
Grease and wheels, burning
steel.
Put the throttle in your hand.
Get that choo-choo on the
track.
Washington got real defensive.
Making friends, sending them
AWACS
Boarding up thos e Amtrak
stations,
Citizens have to pay the tax.
They're crying the blues in
Chicago
Detroits not blowing any horns.
You can hear it said,
"This railroads almost dead."
Yet they're going ahed with
Westway in New York.
(Repeat Chorus)
Marco Giunco |
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