S. Rogers

1. There's no train to Guysboro so the man says
So it might be a good place to be
I sit in the station and count out my change
And I wait for the Guysboro train

2. I sit in your kitchen and talked about woes
And I sung of your withering days
Shattered your temple brought on your fall
Now I wait for the Guysboro train

Ch. I ride for all time
On the Guysboro line
I go by the north county rail
North sure's begun
The man I've become
And rides on the Guysboro train

3. No train to Guysboro now ain't that a shame
Though I know there will be one in time
The house that's alone will soon be gone
Razed for the Guysboro line

4. People they're simple like mayflowers sweet
Both grown by the north county rain
The interval is dear but will soon disappear
Under the Guysboro train