The L & N Don't Stop Here Anymore

The L&N don’t stop here anymore
And the whistle of the engine’s just an echo in the wind
And that old pot-bellied stove ain’t smoked a log in ten Decembers
And a memory’s the railroads 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 don’t stop here anymore.
And the whistle stops
And loadin' docks
They’re nearly all deserted
And the railroad people all have moved away
There’s a ghost town feelin' where there once
Were sounds and noise and laughter
But like cowboy heros now they’ve gone away.
The fancy depot down at Clarksville was the rage
But it gave way to time and cobwebs
And there’s a sign tacked on the door
«This railroad town is now closed down — you’ll have to go to Jackson».
'Cause the L&N don’t stop here anymore.
Now the clickity-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.