LITTLE RED CABOOSE BEHIND THE TRAIN

Paul Warmack & His Gully Jumpers - 1928



I am growing old and weary 
And my sight is getting dim 
I have laid my links and pins away to rust 
And the only friend that's left to me 
In this wide world to stand 
Is the Little Red Caboose Behind The Train

Oh, I'm growing old and feeble now 
And my sight is getting dim 
And I cannot see those signals anymore 
I can hear those whistles blowing 
And I know I'll soon be going 
To a better home I know that's far away

There are young ones coming on 
It is time for me to go 
They'll be pestered with the rain, the sleet and snow 
And they'll find a heap of trouble 
When those hills they have to double 
With the Little Red Caboose Behind The Train









(Contributed by  - March 2007)