The Ballad of Poppa Bill

Well, up on the top of a Kariong hill

Lived an old man they called Poppa Bill

A big bushy beard and lines around his eyes

Well, he lived in a house made of fibro and sticks

Opened up the doors with his guitar picks

And the kids came runnin' every time he stepped outside

And they said

Hey, Poppa Bill, won't you sing us a song?

Do it real loud so we can sing along

So everybody gathered around to hear that sound

I am a train on the railway

Rollin' up and down the line

I am a train on the railway

Makin' all the stops on time

I've got no worries of mine, everything's fine

I left my troubles behind 'cause I am a train

Down by the river on a Friday night

Kids are all sittin' by a fire light

Nothin' to do and as quiet as a mouse

If we call real loud, Poppa Bill might come

So everyone screamed at the top of their lungs

And he came runnin' right out of his house

And they said

Hey, Poppa Bill, won't you sing us a song?

Do it real loud so we can sing along

So everybody gathered around to hear that sound

I am a train on the railway

Rollin' up and down the line

I am a train on the railway

Makin' all the stops on time

I've got no worries of mine, everything's fine

I left my troubles behind 'cause I am a train

He's got no worries of his, he is what he is

He left his troubles behind, he is a train