Light and Steam Through the Tunnel

So, this poem is actually a song, meaning that when I wrote the words last week (during Spring Break), a tune came along with them. That's never happened before. Anyhoo, here is my first song. Naturally, it's about trains, my lifelong interest.

"Hear That Whistle Blow"
by Neil Mullins

Now back in the day
We didn't have any horns.
And the rift that they caused
Hadn't yet been torn.

And we knew back then
Who was king of the rails.
And we never did think
That he ever would fail.

Chorus:
Oh won't you hear that whistle blow?
Won't you hear that whistle blow?
Oh, the pistons are achin'
And the pressure is makin'
So won't you hear that whistle blow?

Now every time at the crossin'
That whistle would blow
And you knew just to stay there
Or to heaven you'd go.

And someone would ask you,
"Why'd the king have to die?"
And then you'd say to them,
(Pre-chorus) "Well boy, here's why but first won't you tell me...

Chorus

Now the whistle's long gone
Been replaced by the horn.
And the steam by the diesel
With the last too forlorn.

And many a man do cry
At the railroader's loss
But don't you wor-rie
'Cuz it's still an iron horse.

Chorus

...and won't you hear that whistle... blow?