Lyrics

I was born at the End of the line. In a little Prairie Town in a much simpler time

When the trains came in they’d turn ‘em around and send ‘em back down the line.

But the trains don’t run out here these days. The tracks are pulled up and gone.

And the Depot is a museum now like a lot of my old hometown


Walking along the old railroad bed in the footsteps of my younger days.

The hot prairie wind brings me the sweet familiar smell of fresh cut hay

As a kid I made my money and found my strength throwing those bales around

But machines do all of that work now What do kids do in this town

And I hardly know anyone who lives here anymore.

Some I used to know, lost touch with long ago.

The generation that raised me is mostly dead and gone

As I walk the streets of this village, somehow this place still feels like home

This town is more than where I’m from, It’s a part of who I am.

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The Catholic Church still stands. It was the center of so much of my youth

There was comfort in the ritual and confidence in knowing God's own truth

In the graveyard behind the Church, we laid Dad to rest so many years ago

Mom will lay beside him, when it’s her time to come home.

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