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Little Billy was born in a praire storm, dust turned the whole town black Dad left home one month before, and promised he'd be back He said I can't make a living on a farming dust There ain't no other job around here Then he turned and climbed aboard the train As she fought back a tear. When the dust had settled on her dreams, months had turned to years Working fingers to the bone, left no time for tears Still every time she heard that whistle blow, her mind went racing back To that train that lef the prairie town, running on a one way track Well she knew, he was his father's son, so it came as no surprise When Billy said, I'm heading west to see the ocean beneath the sky He said I won't be long, Mama don't you cry, but she knew better than that Every train that leaves a prairie town is running on a one way track So with his nose to the window of that hop on train, Thundering across the prairies like a hurricane Through the mountains out to the pacific shore Life would never be the same no more Now a late at night when the city sleeps He swears he sometimes hears The soft wind through the prairie grass, the sweet voice in his ears But as Billy stumbles through the night, he knows there ain't no turing back Every train that leaves a prairie town is running on a one way track She woke on morning to a knock on her door It was six months to the day He said I hate to have to bear the news, Your son has passed away She was there at the station when the train rolled in, bringing Billy back Every train that leaves a prairie town is running on a one way track Every train that leaves a prairie town is running on a one way track Running on a one way track Running on a one way track |