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