Railroad Music

Because the impact of railroads had been an important part of life,
there are many American songs related to trains. And because life today rarely involves the railroads,
especially people travelling by railroads, there is a special need to keep the railroad's significance
in the minds of our society, especially our youth.

Here are some railroad related tunes you may enjoy hearing:

*Orange Blossom Special* *The Orange Blossom Special* was a luxury train that rolled down the Florida tracks from 1926 until 1953. Even though the train is no longer in service, the name is familiar to almost everyone who loves country music. (by Flatt & Scruggs)**	(sung by Johnny Cash)	*Look a-yonder comin'* *Comin' down that railroad track.* *Hey, look a-yonder comin'* *Comin' down that railroad track.* *It's the Orange Blossom Special* *Bringin' my baby back!* *Well, I'm going down to Florida* *And get some sand in my shoes* *Or maybe Californy* *And get some sand in my shoes.* *I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special* *And lose these New York blues.* *Say man, when you going back to Florida?* *I don't know, don't reckon I ever will."* *Ain't you worried about getting your* *nourishment in New York?* *Well, I don't care if I* *do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die.* *Hey talk about a-ramblin'* *She's the fastest train on the line!* *Talk about a-travellin'* *She's the fastest train on the line!* *It's that Orange Blossom Special* *Rollin' down the seaboard line.*
*High Iron in the Hills (Baldwin No. 1309 Steam Locomotive Tribute) by Altar Billies* Constructed in 1949 by the Baldwin Locomotive Works, Chesapeake & Ohio Railway steam locomotive No. 1309 was built to handle the railroad’s heaviest coal trains throughout Kentucky and West Virginia until it was retired in 1956. Sixty four years later, No. 1309 underwent a meticulous and extensive restoration to service. The locomotive has become an outstanding tourist attraction operating trains between Cumberland and Frostburg, Maryland, and the largest operating steam locomotive of its type in the world. Western Maryland Scenic Railroad (a 501(c) 3 not for profit organization that has a focus on heritage railroading through restoration, education, and experience), has been providing excursions of all kinds for over 30 years in the heart of Mountain Maryland.

Hobo Heaven sung by Boxcar Willie - - >

Me and Jimmie Rodgers by Tom T. Hall

*The City of New Orleans*
The City of New Orleans sung by Arlo Guthrie	The City of New Orleans is an Amtrak passenger train which operates on an overnight schedule between Chicago and New Orleans. The train is a successor to the Illinois Central Railroad's Panama Limited.
The original City of New Orleans began in 1947 as part of the Illinois Central Railroad, and was the longest daylight run in the United States. The daylight train under that name ran through 1971, when it was moved to an overnight schedule as the Panama Limited. The present name was brought back in 1981, still on an overnight schedule.	The Highwaymen sing The City of New Orleans The train operates along a route that has been served in one form or another for over a century. The Panama Limited originally ran from 1911 to 1971, though the Illinois Central ran Chicago-New Orleans trains since the turn of the century.

*The City of New Orleans* *Riding on the City of New Orleans* *Illinois Central Monday morning rail* *Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders* *Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail* *All along the southbound odyssey* *The train pulls out at Kankakee* *Rolls along past houses, farms and fields* *Passin' trains that have no name* *Freight yards full of old black men* *And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles* *Good morning 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* *Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car* *Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score* *Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle* *Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor* *And the sons of pullman porters* *And the sons of engineers* *Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel* *Mothers with their babes asleep* *Are rockin' to the gentle beat* *And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel* *Good morning 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* *Nighttime on the City of New Orleans* *Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee* *Half way home, we'll be there by morning* *Through the Mississippi darkness* *Rolling down to the sea* *But all the towns and people seem* *To fade into a bad dream* *And the steel rail still ain't heard the news* *The conductor sings his songs again* *The passengers will please refrain* *This train 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.*

The original version of Willie Nelson singing *The City of New Orleans*	Willie Nelson & Sheryl Crow sing *The City of New Orleans*

Engine Engine Number 9 (Sung by Roger Miller)

Engine, engine number nine,
Coming down the railroad line.
How much farther back did she get off?
Old brown suitcase that she carried,
I've looked for it everywhere.
It just ain't here among the rest,
And I'm a little upset, yes tell me.

Engine, engine number nine,
Coming down the railroad line.
I know she got on in Baltimore.
A hundred and ten miles ain't much distance,
But it sure do make a difference!
I don't think she loves me anymore.

I warned her of the dangers.
Don't speak to strangers!
If by chance she find new romance,
Warmer lips to kiss her,
Arms to hold her tighter,
Stirring new fires inside her.
How I wish that it was me instead!
He stands beside her.

No, I don't think she loves me anymore . . .

*Wabash Cannon Ball* The Wabash Cannon Ball was a passenger train on the Wabash Railroad that ran from 1950 to 1971. The train was named after the song "Wabash Cannonball". It was the second train to bear the name "Cannon Ball"; the first was the fast express Cannon Ball, which ran in the late 1800s to the early 20th century. There had been several Wabash Cannon Ball trains traveling throughout the middle and western United States from as early as the 1880s. The first Cannon Ball express train traveled from Chicago, Illinois, southwest to El Paso, Texas. This express train traveled throughout the western part of the Midwest and the eastern part of the southwestern United States. In addition to traveling on the Wabash Railroad, it also traveled on the "Great Rock Island Route" in the late 1800s and into the early 1900s.
	*Wabash Cannonball*
*Wabash Cannonball* *From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore,* *She climbs a flowery mountain other the hills and by the shore.* *She's mighty tall and handsome she's known quite well by all.* *She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball.* *Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar,* *As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore.* *Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hoboes call,* *Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.* *Well, she came down from Birmingham one cold December day.* *As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say,* *She's from Tennessee she's long and she's tall.* *She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball.* *Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar,* *As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore.* *Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hoboes call,* *Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.* *Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand,* *And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land.* *His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall.* *We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball.* *Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar,* *As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore.* *Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hoboes call,* *Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.*


Elton John sings *This Train Don't Stop There Anymore*	*You may not believe it* *But I don't believe in miracles anymore* *And when I think about it* *I don't believe I ever did for sure* *All the things I've said in songs* *All the purple prose you bought from me* *Reality's just black and white* *The sentimental things I'd write* *Never meant that much to me* *I used to be the main express* *All steam and whistles heading west* *Picking up my pain from door to door* *Riding on the storyline, furnace burning overtime* *But this train don't stop* *This train don't stop* *This train don't stop there anymore* *You don't need to hear it* *But I'm dried-up and sick to death of love* *If you need to know it* *I never really understood that stuff* *All the stars and bleeding hearts* *All the tears that welled up in my eyes* *Never meant a thing to me* *Read 'em as they say and weep* *I never felt enough to cry* *I used to be the main express* *All steam and whistles heading west* *Picking up my pain from door to door* *Riding on the storyline, furnace burning overtime* *But this train don't stop* *This train don't stop* *This train don't stop there anymore* *When I say that I don't care* *It really means my engine's breaking down* *The chisel chips my heart again* *The granite cracks beneath my skin* *I crumble into pieces on the ground* *I used to be the main express* *All steam and whistles heading west* *Picking up my pain from door to door* *Riding on the storyline, furnace burning overtime* *But this train don't stop* *This train don't stop* *This train don't stop there anymore* *But this train don't stop* *This train don't stop* *This train don't stop there anymore* *Oh, yeah*


*Waiting for the A Train* *All around the water tank, waiting for a train* *A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain.* *I walked up to a brakeman to give him a line of talk.* *He said "If you got money, I'll see that you don't walk.* *I haven't got a nickel, not a penny can I show.* *"Get off! Get off, you railroad bum!" and he slammed the boxcar door.* *He put me off in Texas, a state I dearly love.* *The wide open spaces all around me, the moon and the stars up above.* *Nobody seems to want me, or lend me a helping hand.* *I'm on my way from Frisco, going back to Dixieland.* *Tho' my pocket book is empty and my heart is full of pain.* *I'm a thousand miles away from home, waiting for a train.*	*"Waiting for the A Train"* by Jimmie Rodgers



*This song is for truckers or train engineers - East Bound and Down* -**

*Hey Porter!* *Hey, Porter. Hey, Porter!* *Would you tell me the time?* *How much longer will it be* *'Til we cross that Mason Dixon line?* *At daylight will you tell that engineer to slow it down:* *Or better still just stop the train* *'Cause I want to look around.* *Hey, Porter! Hey, Porter!* *What time did you say?* *How much longer will it be* *'Til I can see the light of day?* *When we hit Dixie wll you tell that engineer to ring his bell;* *And ask everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell.* *Hey, Porter! Hey, Porter!* *It's getting light outside,* *This old train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyes.* *But ask that engineer if he will blow his whistle please,* *'Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves,* *And feel that Southern breeze.* *Hey, Porter! Hey, Porter!* *Please get my bags for me,* *I need nobody to tell me now that we're in Tennessee.* *Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream.* *We're not to far from home so take it easy on the steam.* *Hey, Porter! Hey, Porter!* *Please open up my door.* *When they stop this train I'm gonna get off first,* *'Cause I can't wait no more.* *Tell that engineer I say, "Thanks a lot, I didn't mind the fare.* *I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil* *And breathe that Southern air."*	Sung by Johnny Cash

Runaway Trains

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light.
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning.

So tired that I couldn't even sleep.
So many secrets I couldn't keep,
Promised myself I wouldn't weep,
One more promise I couldn't keep.

It seems no one can help me now.
I'm in too deep,
There's no way out,
This time I have really led myself astray.

Runaway train never going back!
Wrong way on a one-way track,
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there.

Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile!
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life's mystery seems so faded!

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am, just drowning in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

Runaway Train

by Soul Asylum

And everything seems cut and dry,
Day and night,
Earth and sky,
Somehow I just don't believe it.

Runaway train never going back!
Wrong way on a one-way track,
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there.

Bought a ticket for a runaway train,
Like a madman laughing at the rain.
A little out of touch, a little insane,
It's just easier than dealing with the pain.

Runaway train never going back!
Wrong way on a one-way track,
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there.

Runaway train never coming back,
Runaway train tearing up the track.
Runaway train burning in my veins,
Runaway but it always seems the same!

Streamliners

Long ago, there was a day.
When it looked like the rails would die away,
Other machines would go farther and faster,
The steamer trains were heading for disaster!
But then with steel in their vains,
About to save the railway trains!
They worked day and night,
When they were done,
A new era had just begun!

PEOPLE STARED, IN ALL IN WONDER!
THEY WERE FAST AND SLEEK!
AND FULL OF THUNDER!
THEY FOLLOWED THE PATH,
OF SMOKE AND FIRE!
THEY WERE CALLED,
THEY WERE CALLED,
STREAMLINERS!

When it looked like the rails would not survive!
Like a phoenix rising, they came alive.
Heading down that railway line,
Was a engine made for a future time,
The Hudston, Daylight,
(.............)
Standing proud,
Better than ever!
Flying by like the western wind,
A new railroad has punctured in!

Chorus

Music and talking is heard.

Chorus

- - - - Streamliners - - - -

Ghosts of the Rails
(New York Central)

Ghosts Of The Rails (New York Central)
by James B. Coffey

With names that would be timeless, they were built sleek and fast.
Streamlined for the future and fuelled by the past,
They were tall as iron giants, cloaked in their steel shrouds,
Like chariots from the future arriving on misty clouds!

New York Central
Rail and machine, fire, smoke and steam.
New York Central,
Ghosts of the Rails.

From New York to Chicago travellin’ along the rails,
You could smell the history in the air with each breath that you’d inhale.
Like a noble knight of olden days, with his armour and his shield
And 400,000 pounds of iron, chrome and steel!

New York Central
Rail and machine, fire, smoke and steam.
New York Central,
Ghosts of the Rails.

With miles of cars behind them, faster than ever before,
The 20th Century Limited and the Majestic Commodore.
I remember the Mighty Mercury like it was yesterday,
The train of tomorrow dressed in gleaming gray!

New York Central
Rail and machine, fire, smoke and steam.
New York Central,
Ghosts of the Rails.

Big Mama

The 20 Ton Big Mama locomotive was a large locomotive that was used to haul large loads over longer distances. The locomotive was available with a range of options to meet most haulage needs. The 20T would also be used like all Goodman Locomotives in a “combination” configuration where 2 locomotives on either end of a large train can be operated from either locomotive.

Roll on Big Mama by Joe Stampley

Roll on, (roll on) big mama,
I like the way you sing,
Roll on (roll on) big mama,
The night time lets her breathe,
Well, the feel of the wheel delivers me
From a life where I don't wanna be and the diesel smoke
With every stroke sings a song with a heavy note.

And rambling is the life I chose,
Sitting here between the doors,
And the yellow line a keeping time,
The things that's a running through my mind,
Through my mind.

Roll on (roll on) big mama,
I like the way you roll
Roll on (roll on) big mama,
You are my very soul.

On through the snow and the driving rain,
To the forty-below in Bangor Maine,
To the hundred-and-ten in the Texas sun,
There ain't no road that we ain't run,
Up through the Colorado mountain tops,
Down to the desert where Reno stops,
North to the green of Coeur D' Alene
There ain't no road that we ain't seen
We ain't seen.
Roll on (roll on) big mama,
You're singing out my song,
Roll on (roll on) big mama,
The highway is our home,
Roll on(roll on) big mama,

Hey anybody got a copy on this silver roadhog?
What's the smokey situation down the way, boys?
My they're fine, I'm a coming I'm a coming.

My baby thinks he's a train! sung by Rosanne Cash

Union Pacific Big Boy

Twenty-five Big Boys were built exclusively for Union Pacific Railroad, the first of which was delivered in 1941. The locomotives were 132 feet long and weighed 1.2 million pounds. Because of their great length, the frames of the Big Boys were "hinged," or articulated, to allow them to negotiate curves. They had a 4-8-8-4 wheel arrangement, which meant they had four wheels on the leading set of "pilot" wheels which guided the engine, eight drivers, another set of eight drivers, and four wheels following which supported the rear of the locomotive. The massive engines normally operated between Ogden, Utah, and Cheyenne, Wyo.

There are seven Big Boys on public display in various cities around the country. They can be found in St. Louis, Missouri; Dallas, Texas; Omaha, Nebraska; Denver, Colorado; Scranton, Pennsylvania; Green Bay, Wisconsin; and Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Big Boy No. 4014 was delivered to Union Pacific in December 1941. The locomotive was retired in December 1961, having traveled 1,031,205 miles in its 20 years in service. Union Pacific reacquired No. 4014 from the RailGiants Museum in Pomona, California, in 2013, and relocated it back to Cheyenne to begin a multi-year restoration process. It returned to service in May 2019 to celebrate the 150th Anniversary of the Transcontinental Railroad's Completion.

Tender Type: 14-wheeled
Water Capacity: 25,000 gallons
Fuel: Coal, 56,000 lbs. - Today: #5 oil
Gauge of Track: 4 ft. 8-1/2 in.
Cylinder: Diameter: 23 3/4 in.
Stroke: 32 inches
Driving Wheel Diameter: 68 inches

Boiler: Outside Diameter: 106 9/16 inches
Pressure: 300 lbs.
Fire Box: Length: 235 1/32 inches - Width: 96 3/16 inches
Tubes: 2-1/4 in. Diameter: 75 x 22 ft. 0 inches - 4 in. Diameter: 184
Wheel Base: Driving: 47 ft. 3 in.
Engine: 72 ft. 5 1/2 inches
Engine & Tender: 132 ft. 9 7/8 inches

Weight in Working Order,
Pounds: Leading:   97,000
Driving:    540,000
Trailing:   125,000
Engine:    762,000
Tender:    427,500

Evaporating Surfaces,
Square Feet: Tubes: 967
Flues: 4,218
Fire Box: 593
Circulators: 111
Total: 5,889

Maximum Tractive Power: 135,375 lbs.

Roll on Big Boy performed by Nebraska 66

Roll on Big Boy

A legend from the past, is born again at last.
To rumble over mountains and the plains.
From the golden age of steam, An engine sails unseen.
By those who never lived and backed on days.

Big Boy was her name and went on the railroad fame.
As the largest engine known on the U.P. line.
The last of all her class, she survived throughout the past.
To show the power of steam in modern times.

Roll On, Big Boy.
Roll On, Big Boy.
Rumblin' across the Northern Plains.

Roll On, Big Boy.
Roll On, Big Boy.
Climbin' up the Wasatch Mountain Range.

In 1959, they took her off the line.
And wrote her off as progress for the time.
No dry eye could be found. And Jungles over in towns.
Where one Big Boy had rolled within her prime.
From the junkyards of the past, Forty-Fourteen is the last.
To carry on the legacy of steam.
At four, eight, eight and four, and a part of railroad lore;
She roars from out the past like some lost dream.

Roll On, Big Boy.
Roll On, Big Boy.
Rumblin' across the Northern Plains.

Roll On, Big Boy.
Roll On, Big Boy.
Climbin' up the Wasatch Mountain Range.

Union Pacific steam locomotive Big Boy No. 4014 blows its whistle as it departs downtown Ennis, Texas, in August 2021. The locomotive, which was built in the 1940s, will make numerous stops in California in April.

World's largest steam locomotive coming to Northern California

The world's largest operating steam locomotive will chug through Northern California next month, its glossy black front emitting bursts of steam and its frame stretching more than half the length of a jumbo jet.

Big Boy No. 4014 is the last working locomotive of its kind. Built in the early 1940s for Union Pacific to haul freight across the west, it traveled more than a million miles before retiring in 1961. Over fifty years later, Union Pacific restored the locomotive, and it returned it to the tracks in 2019 for ceremonial trips. To celebrate the 250th anniversary of United States independence, Big Boy will soon begin its first-ever coast-to-coast tour, traveling first from Wyoming to California before embarking on its eastern journey on May 25.

The Union Pacific steam locomotive Big Boy No. 4014 draws a crowd in Ennis, Texas, in 2021. The locomotive originally burned coal, but now uses fuel oil to create the steam that powers the engine.

Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a-comin'; It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps a-rollin'
On down to San Antone.

When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son.
Always be a good boy; Don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
well, I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
but those people keep a-movin',
and that's what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move it on over a little farther down the line,
far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,
and I'd let that lonesome whistle
blow my blues away!

Johnny Cash same song ---->

sung along with the Highwaymen

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