Tolono (by Bruce Phillips) Headed for Tolono on the Wabash Cannonball Norfolk and Western all the way St. Louis down the line Detroit somewhere behind I heard the old conductor say; CHO: No round trip ticket, you're on the final run This Cannonball is never coming back; Tomorrow she'll just be Another memory And an echo down a rusty railroad track. I got off at Tolono, just below Champaign, A flag stop on the edge of yesterday; The whistle blew a song, I whispered, "so long." Waved my hand and slowly walked away. I think about tomorrow and wonder why it is We give up all the things we love the most. Goodbye you old hog I'll have to ride the dog Until they build a subway coast to coast. copyright Wildflowers Music SOF
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