and
N don't stop here anymore
And the whistle of the en
gine's just an echo in the wind
And that old pot -bellied stove
ain't smoked a log in ten
Decembers
And the memory's the rail
road's next of kin
If you close your eyes you
just might hear the sound
Of a faraway conductor
cryin' people all aboard
And that water tank that filled the train
It sure looks mighty thirsty
Cause the
L .N .N. don't stop here anymore
And the whistle stops and
loading docks
They're nearly all deserted
And the railroad people all have
moved away
There's a ghost town feeling where there
once were sounds of noise and laughter
But like cowboy heroes now
they've gone away
The fancy depot down at
Clarksville was the rage
But it gave way to time and cob webs
and there's a sign tagged on the door
This railroad town is
now closed down
You'll have to go to
Jackson
Cause the
L .N .N. don't stop here anymore
Now the clickety
-clack of the railroad track is gone
And the depots that stood tall
and proud are now about to fall
And if
Roy
Acuff were born today,
he just might be a farmer
Cause there wouldn't be no
Wabash
Cannonball
No, the
L &N don't stop here anymore
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