The first thing I remember is waking up in an old boxcar
The smell of smoke from the burning coal
And the sound of the railway yard
I'll tell you a little tale...but it's kind of hard to explain
But I tell you now, it's the honest truth
My Mama was a train

She rocked me to sleep with her gentle sway
Underneath the bright starlight
She sang me a lovely lullaby with her whistle every night
She fed me milk from the tanker cars
And plenty of wheat and grain
And that's how you see, she took care of me
My Mama was a train

My night light was the moon and my pillow a pile of hay
I learned to read and write from the billboards along the way
She kept me warm in the winter time and dry in the summer rain
And until this day I am proud to say
My Mama was a train

The first thing I remember is waking up in an old boxcar
The smell of smoke from the burning coal
And the sound of the railway yard
I'll tell you a little tale...but it's kind of hard to explain
But I tell you now, it's the honest truth
My Mama was a train