There’s not a lot left of the little town
Weeds grow high around the old country store
The old railroad station has been torn down
And the train doesn’t stop here anymore.
The old store stands like a ghost from the past
It’s been vacant for fifty years or more
A vivid reminder that few things last
And the train doesn’t stop here anymore.
Old men sat around a pot belly stove
And talked about living in days of yore
Now the old men have gone to their reward
And the train doesn’t stop here anymore.
It’s been a long time since they closed the store
The train will never stop here anymore.
Ron Flowers 2008
