He left his home down east
It was a bar town by the sea
Took his troubles with him
Didn't know how long he'd be
Packed his problems in a suitcase
He always carried in his right hand
CHORUS
He drank a lot of booze to ease his pain
Train tracks running up and down his veins
I wonder if he will ever make it home again
Will he always ride upon the lonesome train
I read it in the local paper just a line or so
Dan Willie John MacInnis died last week
God rest his soul
Found his body lying in a burnt out basement
No one even knew was there
REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
That silver train
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