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(Ken Ficara) Copyright © 2008 Ken Ficara Ken Ficara: Vocals, guitar, harmonica Recorded on the Crescent, between Atlanta and Birmingham
I'm traveling through the wrong side of towns
Seeing what they used to be
When you could cut hair down by the train station
Make enough to raise a family
But now the barber pole don't spin anymore
And the stripes are faded away
The only guy who makes a living down here
Gives loans before payday
And the train don't stop no more
They closed all the stores
Nobody lives down here
It's been that way for years
And an old man shades his eyes
Waves at the train
Watches it go by
And knows it won't ever stop there again
I wonder who Jack was
He used to make good burgers
But now the building's falling down
And the sign has lost its letters
Jack had his name on a building
Everyone knew him in town
But they got old, the kids moved away
And everything ran down
And the train don't stop no more
They closed all the stores
Nobody lives down here
It's been that way for years
And an old man shades his eyes
Waves at the train
Watches it go by
And knows it won't ever stop there again
This downtown once was full of dreams
They had it made or so it seemed
They worked so hard to build this place
Then watched it all just go to waste
And the train rolls by
Like a time machine with a broken heart
The past makes you want to cry
And the future just looks way too hard
And the train don't stop no more
They closed all the stores
Nobody lives down here
It's been that way for years
And the old man wipes his eyes
The whistle blows and the train is gone
The crossing gates rise
And he walks down the street alone
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