Oh for the days of trains! To hear that conductor Say All A-Board I loved trains as a child. They were big and bold, You could sleep on them You could eat on the diner car The scenery was so beautiful, As you watched out the big windows! Some of my greatest memories As a child was riding trains, Always starting in Texarkana, Where half the station is in Texas, and half in Arkansas, since it is built on the stateline. I remember the cap rock of Texas where the train climbed so high and so winding thru the rocks You could see half the train pass be side the other half Like the shape of a Horse shoe! Wow so excieitng. Trains today are not the same. Never rode Amtrack, to fast for me But still love to throw a penny on a railroad track to see what the freight train does too it try it some time, its fun. And one song I will never for get is the one playing,Wabash Cannonball. If I heard Roy Acuff play it once in my life, I have a 100 more times A song that still excietes me today. For I long for the days of trains, and friendly Hobos that you could trust! I remember as a young teenager,going to Hobo Jungle,which is what they called the woods by the old railroad yards. Just to talk to the hobos, even remember eating hobo stew with them once. Today in our world, you can't do this, the world is not safe, and its a shame, for I heard many a beautiful story from those hobos they were my friends. Now sing along with me those beautiful words, to The Wabash Cannonball. ~~The Wabash Cannonball~~ From the great Atlantic Ocean To the wide Pacific shore To the queen of flowing mountains To the southbell by the door She's long and tall and handsome And loved by one and all She's a modern combination Called the Wabash Cannonball Chorus Oh listen to the jingle The rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands Through the hills and by the shores Hear the mighty rush of engines Hear the lonesome hobos' call We're travelling through the jungles On the Wabash Cannonball The eastern states are dandies So the western people say From New York to St. Louis And Chicago by the way Through the hills of Minnesota Where the rippling waters fall No chances can be taken On the Wabash Cannonball Chorus Oh listen to the jingle The rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands Through the hills and by the shores Hear the mighty rush of engines Hear the lonesome hobos' call We're travelling through the jungles On the Wabash Cannonball Here's to Daddy Klaxton May his name forever stand And always be remembered Through the courts throughout the land His earthly race is over Now the curtains 'round him fall We'll carry him home to victory On the Wabash Cannonball! YEEEHAWWW!! Hobo Ballad Written By: Theodore Dreiser Copyright Unknown Please Sign My guest Book The guest book collage Are depots I rode trains from as a child My mail image is the Texarkana Post Office, which was built on the stateline of Texas, and Arkansas Below are pictures of my daughter and I in front of the Post Office. Our right side is in Texas and our left side is in Arkansas. ~~ Graphics by: Redbird Jan March 20, 2002. A special thank you to Dawn for the use of her some of her trains, to make my graphics! Walbash Cannonball!