The Old Black Train - Song

So, I put the poem to music. Hope you enjoy. Please share your thoughts if you like.

The Old Black Train

The old black trains, runnin it’s tracks
When the whistle blows, aint no turnin back
I can ride those rails or choose to stay
I’ll ride those rails any day

Carry me home, train don’t stop
Go on, go on, I’ve made my plot
The whistles blowing, I’m heaven bound
Where I’m goin, is where I’m found

I’ve seen the train, it runs river side
For all those goin it’s a bumpy ride
The rivers cold if the people get wet
But the ebb and flow washes all regret

Starts with judgment and ends the same
Regardless your stop, you’re to blame
The tunnels dark will make you blind
But freedom lies on the other side

Carry me home, train don’t stop
Go on, go on, I’ve made my plot
The whistles blowing, I’m heaven bound
Where I’m goin, is where I’m found

Derek Markgraf
12-20-2010