Verse 1 [Mandolin Intro]
Rolling through the valleys, past the fields of golden grain,
Whistle blowing softly, like a heart that's lost in pain,
The sun sets low, casting shadows on the tracks,
Memories ride in the wind, but they never find their way back.
Chorus
Ole' number seven lonesome train, always moving, but never stays,
Carrying the echoes of the stories of the good ole' days,
Every mile a memory, every stop a magic dance,
But it keeps on rolling on, in this endless romance.
Verse 2
The old man at the crossing, with his hat pulled down low,
Waves a tired goodbye, to the dreams he used to know,
The sound of distant laughter, fades into the night,
As the train pulls away, taking pieces of his light.
Chorus
Ole' number seven lonesome train, always moving, but never stays,
Carrying the echoes of the stories and the good ole' days,
Every mile a memory, every stop a magic dance,
But it keeps on rolling on, in this endless romance.
Bridge
Through the mountains and the rivers, where the grain and corn grow,
It carries all the heartaches that the world will never show,
With each clack of the wheels, it sings a silent song,
Of the ones we've lost along the way, who we wish were still along.
Verse 3
So here I stand waiting, at the edge of the line,
Hoping for a moment when the stars start to shine,
But the ole' number seven lonesome train keeps chugging on ahead,
While I gather up my dreams and the words I never said.
Chorus
Ole' number seven lonesome train, always moving, but never stays,
Carrying the echoes of the stories and the good ole' days,
Every mile a memory, every stop a magic dance,
But it keeps on rolling on, in this endless romance.
Outro
I’ll hold onto the whispers that the night winds gently bring,
As I wave goodbye to the shadows, and I listen for the ring,
Of the ole' number seven lonesome train, forever on its way,
Through the heart of this old country, where these memories always play.
