For years I've tried to leave this poor man's valleyOn a train that's on its way to richer groundWhere rivers never overflow and dreams cannot be drownedBut the train never stops at our townI'd like to buy a mansion for my darlingOh, whereOh, whereWay up on a mountain, look it downI know there's restless gold out thereJust waiting to be foundBut the train never stops at our townFailure has to find something to blameAnd the only thing that's left is that old trainThe darkness of the night catches me cryingA whistle soon will blowA lonesome soundA spark will blowA spark of hope becomes a flameEach time the train slows downBut the train never stops at our townThat old train never stops at our town