Everybody drives the same old roads these days Don't see a thing, a thing, no, but waitEvery mile's a marker, every town's the same Another place to stop but not to stayDaddy was a brakeman on the L.M.N. Sometimes he let me ride along with himNo matter where we'd stop along the way Everybody knew his nameDifferent story down every line People workin' hard just to live and dieI saw it all once upon a time Through the window of a trainThen we started back the way we came Like people movin' through a picture frameSeems the whole world's further down the track But I'm always lookin' backI don't expect you all to understand Or see the country like a railroad manSo many things you'd never realize Unless you saw them with these eyesBirmingham to Jackson, hear the whistle call And the sun goes down like a big red ballIn my memory I still see it all Through the window of a trainThrough the window of a trainThrough the window of a train