Everybody drives the same old roads these days Don't see a thing, a thing, no, but wait
Every mile's a marker, every town's the same Another place to stop but not to stay
Daddy was a brakeman on the L.M.N. Sometimes he let me ride along with him
No matter where we'd stop along the way Everybody knew his name
Different story down every line People workin' hard just to live and die
I saw it all once upon a time Through the window of a train
Then we started back the way we came Like people movin' through a picture frame
Seems the whole world's further down the track But I'm always lookin' back
I don't expect you all to understand Or see the country like a railroad man
So many things you'd never realize Unless you saw them with these eyes
Birmingham to Jackson, hear the whistle call And the sun goes down like a big red ball
In my memory I still see it all Through the window of a train
Through the window of a train
Through the window of a train