Ballad For A Friend

"Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track, Watchin' that old smokestack. Train is a-leavin' but it won't be back. Years ago we hang around, Watchin' trains roll through the town. Now that train is a-graveyard bound. Where we go up in that North country, Lakes and streams and mines so free, I had no better friend than he. Something happened to him that day, I thought I heard a stranger say, I hung my head and stole away. A diesel truck was headin' down, Pullin' down a heavy load. It left him on a Utah road. They carried him back to his home town, His mother cried, his sister moaned, Listenin' to them church bells tone. A diesel truck was rollin' slow, Pullin' down a heavy load. And it left him on a Utah road. "