My grandaddy was a railroad manWhen I was young he took me by the handDragged me to the station at the break of dawnSaid "boy I got to show you somethin' 'fore it's gone"She was blue and silver - she was right on timeWe rode that texas eagle on the mopac line
We had some sandwiches that granma packedWe rode to palestine and hitchhiked backHome in time for supper with a tale to tellThat night I dreamed I heard that lonesome whistle wail
When I got old enough to take the train aloneI rode that texas eagle down to san antone
Nowadays they don't make no trainsJust the piggyback freighters and them amtrak thingsThey shut the eagle down awhile agoSold it to the railroad down in mexicoBut every now and then that whistle's on my mindI ride that texas eagle ¡®cross the borderline
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