The Rocket Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

Son, could you help me on this platform?
I′m not so good at climbing stairs
I brought me a drink and some sandwiches
I wanna just sit and watch the train

I come down here almost every Sunday
My grandkids, they used to come too
Now they drop me off at the front gate
I guess that they've got better things to do

Number forty-seven, she′s a good one
Number sixty-three sings like a bird
Number twenty-nine, that's the one they call the Rocket
Hey, that's the saddest train I ever heard


Son, I′m a decorated veteran
I fought in what they called the Great War
I used to believe in everything it stood for
I don′t believe in much anymore

Number forty-seven, she's a good one
Number sixty-three sings like a bird
Number twenty-nine, that′s the one they call the Rocket
Hey, that's the saddest train I ever heard

Son, you look just like my boy
He stood here almost forty years today
He looked so good in that brand new soldier′s uniform
But that Rocket never brought him back again

Number forty-seven, she's a good one
Number sixty-three sings like a bird
Number twenty-nine, that′s the one they call the Rocket
Hey, that's the saddest train I ever heard
Number twenty-nine, that's the one they call the Rocket
Hey, that′s the saddest train I ever heard