Lonesome Railroad Poem by Smoky Hoss

She took my money
and she took my heart,
left me alone next to a railroad track
torn all apart -
The banker
and the doctor agree,
there's not much left of
what used to be me -
Those shinny railroad tracks
are melancholy-cold steel,
I won't have to explain, they know
just how I feel -
In the sun by day
or full moon by night,
those old trains
are such a beautiful sight -
I sit to watch the boxcars
pulling out;
they understand
what lonely is all about -
That mournful whistle blows
it's unending sad song;
looking down the tracks I know
she'll be a long time gone -
She took everything
except my forsaken old-soul,
so I'll take it down to the station
just to see those grey old trains roll -
Those ancient rattlers forever run
day upon day,
load 'em up, and let 'em haul
my woes far away -

If you've ever rode a boxcar at midnight
or caught one on the fly,
then you'll easily comprehend how
they hold my soul and make me to cry -
Sit in the open door listening to the track clickety-clack
with a gentle rain caressing my face,
nothing beats a boxcar
for finding simple and pure grace -

I'm going down to the lonesome-railroad
see what I can find,
jump a freight train
leave my old blues way behind.