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Introduction
Have you ever stumbled upon a song that feels like a nostalgic journey, wrapped in warmth and simplicity? That’s exactly what “Last Train To Heaven” by Boxcar Willie offers—a heartfelt, soothing trip down memory lane. When you listen to this song, it’s like having a heart-to-heart with an old friend who knows just how to touch your soul with the right words and melodies.
Boxcar Willie, whose real name was Lecil Travis Martin, had this incredible knack for capturing the essence of Americana in his music. “Last Train To Heaven” is no exception. This song is special because it’s not just about the destination—it’s about the journey, filled with hopes, dreams, and a touch of wistful yearning.
The song’s simplicity is its strength. With gentle guitar strums and Boxcar Willie’s comforting voice, you’re transported to a different time and place. It’s as if you’re sitting by the railroad tracks, watching the last train to heaven pass by, each carriage filled with stories of love, loss, and everything in between. There’s a purity in the lyrics that resonates deeply, reminding us of the importance of cherishing the moments and the people we love.
One of the most compelling aspects of “Last Train To Heaven” is its emotional depth. Boxcar Willie sings with a sincerity that’s hard to find these days. It’s a song that speaks to the soul, evoking a sense of peace and reflection. Whether you’re a fan of classic country music or just someone who appreciates a well-told story, this song has something for you.
So next time you’re looking for a musical escape, hop on the “Last Train To Heaven” with Boxcar Willie. Let his music guide you through the landscapes of your heart, and remind you of the simple, yet profound, beauty of life’s journey.
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Lyrics
I’ll ride that last train to heaven
On rails of solid gold
In a boxcar lined with satin
Where the nights are never cold
Where a hobo’s always welcome
Even in his ragged clothes
I’ll ride that last train to heaven
When the final whistle blows
Well i set in hobo jungles
From maine to new orleans
I’ve heard ole timers tell the tale
Of a train they hope to see
There’ll be a long black steamer
That shines just like the sun
With a thousand miles of boxcars
Behind engine number one
All the hobos will be waitin’
No more sleepin’ on the ground
With his hand upon the throttle
There’ll be no puttin’ down
This ride is just for hobos
They’ll come from all around
When that train gets down to her last run
Destination heaven bound
I’ll ride that last train to heaven
When the final whistle blows