[Verse]
I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy,
Iâd watch the trains as they roll by
And the whistleâs lonesome sound you could hear for miles around,
As they rolled across that Greenville Trestle high.
[Chorus]
But the whistles donât sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
And the Greenville Trestle now donât seem so high.
[Verse]
On the riverbank Iâd stand with a canepole in my hand
and watch the freight trains up against the sky.
With the black smoke trailinâ back as they moved along the tracks,
that runs across that Greenville Trestle high
[Chorus]
But the whistles donât sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
And the Greenville Trestle now donât seem so high.
[Verse]
When the lonesome whistles whine I get rambling on my mind
and I wish they still sounded that way.
As I turn and head for home, Lord sheâd rumble, low, and moan
toward the sunset at the close of day.
[Chorus]
But the whistles donât sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.
And the Greenville Trestle now donât seem so high.