The train whistle blew for Colerill Crossing
In a few more minutes we'll pull into town
I'll have to face the folks who come to meet us
And I'll try to keep the tears from falling down
It won't be the way we always had it pictured
The day me and daddy went away
He told them we'll come back so rich and famous
And you'll have a big brass band all set to play
But there'll be no brass band at the station
There'll be no smiles and no celebration
For daddy,
there'll just be a black hearse waiting No
brass band
at the station
We left two years ago come next September
The letters I wrote were full of lies
For me and daddy never hit the big time
We got our meals down in a welfare line
Daddy met up with some men who planned a robbery
They said with daddy's brains he'd go real
far
But he never got beyond the first cold bullet
And now daddy's in a pine box in a baggage car
But there'll be no brass band at the station
There'll be no smiles and no celebration
For daddy,
there'll just be a black hearse waiting
And no brass band at the station And no
brass band at the station