For years I´ve tried to leave this poor man´s valley On a train that´s on its way to richer ground Where rivers never overflow and dreams cannot be drowned
But the train never stops at our town
I´d like to buy a mansion for my darling Far away up on a mountain looking down I know there´s restless gold out there just waiting to be found But the train never stops at our town
Failure has to find something to blame And the only thing that´s left is that old prayin´
The darkness of the night catches me crying A whistle soon will blow a lonesome sound A spark of hope becomes a flame each time the train slows down
But the train never stops at our town That old train never stops at our town