The East Bound Train - Mac Martin and Ed Brozi
The eastbound train was crowded one cold December day
The conductor shouted tickets in his old time fashioned way
A little girl in sadness her hair as bright as gold
She said I have no ticket and then her story told
My dad he's in prison he's lost his sight they say
I'm going to beg his pardon this cold December day
My mother's daily sewing to try to earn our bread
While poor old blind daddy in prison almost dead
My brother and my sister would be both be very glad
If I could only bring back my poor dear old blind dad
The conductor did not answer he could not make reply
Then taking his behind getly wiping the tear drops
From his eyes
He said god bless you little one just stay right
Where you are
You'll never need a ticket while I am on this car
