Billy Was Born In A Prairie Storm, Dust Turned The Whole Town Black
Dad Left Home A Month Before, And Promised, He'd Be Back
He Said I Can't Make A Living Out Of Farming Dust, Ain't No Other Job Around Here
Then He Turned And Climbed Aboard The Train, As She Fought Back The Tears
When The Dust Had Settled On Her Dreams, Months Had Turned To Years
Working Fingers To The Bone Left No Time For Tears
Still Every Time She'd Hear That Whistle Blow, Her Mind Went Racing Back
To The Train That Left, That Prairie Town, Running On A One Way Track
She Knew He Was His Father's Son, So It Came As No Surprise
When Billy Said I'm Headen West, To See The Ocean Meet The Sky
He Said I Won't Be Long, Momma Don't You Cry, But She Knew Better Than That
Every Train That Leaves A Prairie Town, Is Running On A One Way Track
With His Nose To The Window Of That High-balling Train
Thundering Cross The Prairies Like A Hurricane
Through The Mountains Out To The Pacific Shore
Life Wouldn't Ever Be The Same No More
Now Late At Night When The City Sleeps, He Swears He Sometimes Hears
A Soft Wind Through The Prairie Gra**, A Sweet Voice In His Ear
But As Billy Stumbles Through The Night, He Knows There Ain't No Turning Back
Every Train That Leaves A Prairie Town, Is Running On A One Way Track
She Awoke One Morning To A Knock On Her Door, Six Months To The Day
He Said I Hate To Have To Bear The News, Your Son Has Pa**ed Away
She Was There At The Station When The Train Rolled In Bringing Billy Back
Every Train That Leaves A Prairie Town, Is Running On A One Way Track
Running On A One Way Track