Tim Gustafson - Long Before The Fall Lyrics

We stood 'round your bed and sang The City of New Orleans
We stood 'round your bed and sang The Wabash Cannonball
A father and his sons, singin' in the May morning
Didn't know your train was leavin' long before the fall

Native son from down across the river
From Burlington to Central Illinois
You rode your Monday mornin' mail for all those years
From Tiskilwa to Wilton to Mt. Joy

It pulled into the station on a Sunday
You didn't need your luggage or your pain
With a mighty rush the engine rolled on out
And we could only "fare thee well" that train

Well, we stood 'round your bed and sang The City of New Orleans
We stood 'round your bed and sang The Wabash Cannonball
A father and his sons, singin' in the May morning
Didn't know your train was leavin' long before the fall