歌詞
Smokestack Jack was no hero
Born a simple man
Raised in the foothills
of New Mexico
With a switch key in his hand
His Grandpa worked on the railroad
Made those engines hum
Stoking the fire to a fine head of steam
Was all he’d ever done
Sunrise to sunset
Strangers come and then go
Pages are turning
On the plains of New Mexico
Follow, follow
Here that steam whistle whine
Follow, follow
Let’s ride on that Santa Fe line
Come ride on the Santa Fe line
Tracks lay silently calling
As far as the eye could see
But Jack turned his back on a big city life
To raise a family
Like his father before him
Who cast his dreams away
Jack did time on the graveyard shift
And he never missed a day
Sunrise to sunset
Strangers come and then go
Pages are turning
On the plains of New Mexico
Follow, follow
Here that steam whistle whine
Follow, follow
Let’s ride on that Santa Fe line
Come ride on the Santa Fe line
Time slipped by in a heartbeat
As he watched his children grow
Two fine boys with a fire in their eyes
And Smokestack let them go
Smokestack Jack was no hero
But he lived an honest life
He walked down to that depot at noon
To wave his boys goodbye
As they rode down that Santa Fe line
Follow, follow
Here that steam whistle whine
Follow, follow
Let’s ride on that Santa Fe line
Come ride on the Santa Fe line
Let’s ride on the Santa Fe line
Come ride on the Santa Fe line
Written by: Iain Matthews, Steve Postell
