It's great to be here tonight.
In tribute now with the band and myself,
I'd like to do a song of my father's.
It's not as well known as some of these others,
but it's an old song of his called,
Last Train to Nowhere.
♪
I'm on the last train to nowhere ♪
♪ I can hear that whistle blow ♪
♪ And the chances are I'll go where all the saints ♪
♪ And sinners go ♪
♪ I've only got a one-way ticket so I never will return ♪
♪ But there'll be no fears in the after years ♪
♪ Cause there's no one left to yearn ♪
♪ I've been in peculiar places,
in countries near and far ♪
♪ By boat and train,
big jet plane, by bus and touring car ♪
♪ Done my time in the cooler,
I sell in a country jail ♪
♪ It was lonesome there but I can't
compare with the seat on the nowhere mail ♪
♪ When bugles blew in wartime,
I joined them over there ♪
♪ I did my best,
I had no rest but I didn't really care ♪
♪ I never was good at shooting because I didn't care to kill ♪
♪ But my very best mate met a soldier's fate,
now he lies on nowhere hill ♪
♪ I'm on the last train to nowhere,
and there's no one on the brake ♪
♪ Just a whistle loud,
a smoky shroud on the final trip I take ♪
♪ I'm on the last train to nowhere,
a train that's never late ♪
♪ The rain or hail,
the nowhere mail,
it's going through the pearly gates ♪
♪ I'm on the last train to nowhere,
I can hear that whistle blow ♪
♪ And the chances are,
I'll go where all the saints and sinners go ♪
♪
I've only got a one-way ticket,
so I never will return ♪
♪ But there'll be no fears in the after years,
because there's no one left to yearn ♪
♪ Oh well,
there'll be no tears in the after years,
because there's no one left to yearn ♪