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Train Songs A workshop by Alice Winship Northwest Folklife Festival 2019 The workshop is not limited to the songs on these sheets. You may take these sheets home if you want them. These pages were produced by Alice Winship for Maritime Folknet, a non-profit organization that pays musicians to play live music, mostly free to the public. Take a moment to consider becoming a member of Maritime Folknet. Individual-$15, one free CD. Family-$25, two free CDs. http://maritimefolknet.org These songsheets are for educational use only. They may contain copyrighted material that cannot be published, put on the internet, or publicly performed without permission from the songwriter. Copyrighted material may be used for non-profit educational purposes for a one-time usage in an educational setting. This includes this educational workshop at a cultural event. Train Songs CONTENTS listed in alphabetical order PAGE SONG TITLE WRITTEN BY 1 500 Miles Hedy West 1 The City of New Orleans Steve Goodman 2 Engine 143 (Wreck on the C & O) Unknown 3 Freight Train Elizabeth Cotten 2 Hobo’s Lullaby Goebel Reeves 3 I’ve Been Working on the Railroad Traditional 4 John Henry Traditional 2 Last Train to Clarksville Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart 5 Linin’ Track Traditional 4 Little Black Train Traditional 3 Lonesome Whistle Hank Williams and Jimmie Davis 6 Midnight S pecial Traditional 6 Morningtown Ride Malvina Reynolds 6 Orange Blossom Special Ervin T. Rouse 8 Paddy Works on the Railway Traditional 7 Railroading on the Great Divide Sara Carter 7 Sentimental Journey Les Brown, Ben Homer, and Bud Green 8 Steel Rail Blues Gordon Lightfoot 7 Wabash Cannonball J. A. Roff/William Kindt/A.P. Carter 5 The Wreck of the Old 97 Henry Work/Fred Lewey/Charles Noell/Henry Whitter or David George Some other songs about trains not included here: Canadian Railroad Trilogy In the Baggage Coach Ahead Nine Pound Hammer Casey Jones King of the Road Old Chicago, Milwaukee & St Paul Chattanooga Choo Choo Life’s Railway to Heaven One After 909 Downbound Train Long Black Train Orphan Train Drill Ye Tarriers Drill Long Train Runnin’ Railroad Bill Folsom Prison Blues Marrakesh Express Rock Island Line Freight Train Blues Midnight Train to Georgia Roll On Buddy The Golden Rocket Mystery Train (Train I Ride) Smoke Along the Track Hellbound Train M.T.A. Steel Rails Hey Porter Night Train to Memphis This Train is Bound for Glory Homeward Bound Nine Hundred Miles Waiting for a Train The City of New Orleans 500 Miles by Steve Goodman Usually credited as written by Hedy West, 1961. Based on the traditional song ‘900 Miles’. Riding on The City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail If you miss the train I'm on, There’s fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, You will know that I am gone Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, All along the southbound odyssey A hundred miles, a hundred miles, The train pulls out at Kankakee A hundred miles, a hundred miles, Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Passin' trains that have no names, And freight yards full of old black men Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home. Chorus: Five hundred miles, Five hundred miles, Good morning America how are you? Five hundred miles, Five hundred miles Say, don't you know me I'm your native son, Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home. I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord I can’t go back home this a way Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car. This a way, this a way, this a way, this a way Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score. Lord I can’t go back home this a way Won’t you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. Teardrops fell on mama's note And the sons of pullman porters When I read the words she wrote And the sons of engineers She said ‘We love you & we miss you please come home’ Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel. Well I didn't have to pack Mothers with their babes asleep, I had it all right on my back Are rockin' to the gentle beat But I'm five hundred miles away from home And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. Away from home, away from home, Away from home, away from home, Chorus Lord I’m five hundred miles away from home Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, If you miss the train I'm on, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. You will know that I am gone Half way home, and we'll be there by morning You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, Through the Mississippi darkness A hundred miles, a hundred miles, Rolling down to the sea. A hundred miles, a hundred miles, And all the towns and people seem You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news. The conductor sings his song again, The passengers will please refrain This train's got the disappearing railroad blues. Good night, America, how are you? Say, don't you know me I'm your native son, I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. 1 Engine 143 (Wreck on the C & O) Hobo’s Lullaby Author unknown, attributed to a worker at the Hinton rail yard or a C&O engineer. by Goebel Reeves C&O is pronounced ‘see-no’ in this song. Chorus Along came the FFV the swiftest on the line Go to sleep you weary hobo Running along that C&O road just twenty minutes behind Let the towns drift slowly by Running into Sou'ville headquarters on the line Can't you hear the steel rail humming Receiving there strict orders from the station just behind That's a hobo's lullaby Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm Do not think about tomorrow She said my darling boy be careful how you run Let tomorrow come and go There's many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar But if you run your engine right you'll get there just on time Safe from all the wind and snow Up the track he darted, into a rock he crashed Chorus The engine she turned upside down and Georgie's breast was smashed His head lay 'gainst the firebox door, the flames were rolling high I know the police cause you trouble I'm proud to be born for an engineer on the C&O road to die They cause trouble everywhere The doctor said to Georgie my darling boy be still But when you die and go to heaven Your life may yet be saved if it is God's blessed will You won't find no policemen there Oh no said George that will not do I'd rather die so free I want to die for the engine I love one hundred and forty three Chorus The doctor said to Georgie your life cannot be saved I know your clothes are torn and ragged Murdered upon the railway and laid in a lonesome grave And your hair is turning grey His face was covered up with blood his eyes they could not see Lift your head and smile at trouble And the very last words poor Georgie cried were nearer my God to thee You'll find happiness some day Chorus Last Train to Clarksville by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart Take the last train to Clarksville Take the last train to Clarksville And I'll meet you at the station I'll be waiting at the station You can be there by four-thirty We'll have time for coffee-flavored kisses 'Cause I've made your reservation, don't be slow And a bit of conversation, oh Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no' Oh, no, no, no Cause I'm leaving in the morning Take the last train to Clarksville And I must see you again Now I must hang up the phone We'll have one more night together I can't hear you in this noisy railroad station all alone Till the morning brings my train and I must go I'm feeling low Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no And I don't know if I'm ever coming home And I don't know if I'm ever coming home Repeat first verse and last line 2 (I Heard That) Lonesome Whist le I've Been Working on the Railroad by Hank Williams and Jimmie Davis Traditional I was ridin' No 9 I've been working on the railroad Heading south from Caroline All the live long day I heard that lonesome whistle blow I've been working on the railroad Got in trouble had to roam Just to pass the time away Left my gal and left my home Can't you hear the whistle blowing I heard that lonesome whistle blow Rise up so early in the morn Can't you hear the Captain shouting Just a kid acting smart "Dinah blow your horn" I went and broke my darling's heart I guess I was too young to know Dinah won't you blow Dinah won't you blow They took me off to Georgia Main Dinah won't you blow your horn Locked me to a ball and chain Dinah won't you blow I heard that lonesome whistle blow Dinah won't you blow Dinah won't you blow your horn All alone I bear the shame I'm a number not a name Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah I heard that lonesome whistle blow Someone's in the kitchen I know All I do is sit and cry Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah When the evening train goes by Strummin' on the old banjo I heard that lonesome whistle blow Fee, fie, fiddly-i-oh I'll be locked here in this cell Fee-fie fiddly-i-oh-oh-oh-oh Till my body's just a shell Fee, fie fiddly-i-oh And my hair turns whiter than the snow Strummin' on the old banjo I'll never see that gal of mine I'm in Georgia doing time I heard that lonesome whistle blow I heard