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Northbound Train
Lyrics: Jack Murphy, Frank Wildhorn
Music: Jack Murphy, Frank Wildhorn

I read your letter 'bout a hundred times today
I thought I better write before I'm on my way
We're moving out...
Just where I can't say
The Indiana snow fell mighty deep I hear
So winter wheat should fetch a handsome price this year
We'll be all right
When I get out of here

One more month livin' by the sword
One last valley to march through
Thirty days till I climb aboard
A northbound train...back home to you

I met a southern boy down here in Tennessee
He must have been about the same age as me
We were both as scared
As two men could be
We talked across the lines till break of day
And while we talked there just wasn't any Blue or Grey
Just some things
Two farm boys will say

His voice drawled sweet as a mockingbird
'Bout draught and rain and the weather
And once that night we both swore we heard
The whistle call... of a northbound train

I asked him what he was fightin' for
He said "Cause, Yankee, you're down here"
I said "That's somethin' I can't understand
But I'm a son of Indiana Volunteer
Just tryin' to march through all my fear
Long enough to catch that northbound train"

And Abbie when I finally get back home to you
Don't ask me nothin' 'bout the things I've had to do
It'd chill your soul
Break your heart in two
I ain't the same, Lord knows, I've seen some fearful things
And I have heard the breathless beat of angels' wings
When the bullets fly...
And the sabre swings

One more month livin' by the sword
One last valley to march through
Thirty days till I climb aboard
A northbound train... back home to you


First release: The Civil War
Released: 01/05/1999

This song has never been performed live by Blues Traveler.