I'm on the last train to nowhere, I can hear that whistle blow,
And the chances are that I'll go where all the saints and sinners go.
I've only got a one-way ticket, so I never will return,
But there'll be no tears in the after years, 'cause there's no one left to yearn.
Been in peculiar places, in countries near and far,
By boat and train and big jet plane, by bus and touring car.
I've done my time in the cooler, a cell in a country jail,
It is lonesome there but it can't compare with a seat on the nowhere mail.
[Instrumental]
When bugles blew in wartime, I joined them over there,
I did my best, I had no rest, but I didn't really care.
I never was good at shootin', 'cause I didn't care to kill,
Oh, but my very best mate met a soldier's fate, now he lies on nowhere hill.
I'm on the last train to nowhere and there's no one on the brick,
Just a whistle loud and a smoky shroud on the final trip I take.
I'm on the last to nowhere, the train that's never late,
But no more hails and nowhere mails, it's going through the Pearly Gate.
I'm on the last train to nowhere, I can hear that whistle blow,
And the chances are that I'll go where all the saints and sinners go.
I've only got a one-way ticket, so I never will return,
But there'll be no tears in the after years, 'cause there's no one left to yearn.
Oh, there's no one left to yearn.
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From his album: "Down the Dusty Road"
Songwriters/Composers: W.L. (Bill) Ryland;
And the chances are that I'll go where all the saints and sinners go.
I've only got a one-way ticket, so I never will return,
But there'll be no tears in the after years, 'cause there's no one left to yearn.
Been in peculiar places, in countries near and far,
By boat and train and big jet plane, by bus and touring car.
I've done my time in the cooler, a cell in a country jail,
It is lonesome there but it can't compare with a seat on the nowhere mail.
[Instrumental]
When bugles blew in wartime, I joined them over there,
I did my best, I had no rest, but I didn't really care.
I never was good at shootin', 'cause I didn't care to kill,
Oh, but my very best mate met a soldier's fate, now he lies on nowhere hill.
I'm on the last train to nowhere and there's no one on the brick,
Just a whistle loud and a smoky shroud on the final trip I take.
I'm on the last to nowhere, the train that's never late,
But no more hails and nowhere mails, it's going through the Pearly Gate.
I'm on the last train to nowhere, I can hear that whistle blow,
And the chances are that I'll go where all the saints and sinners go.
I've only got a one-way ticket, so I never will return,
But there'll be no tears in the after years, 'cause there's no one left to yearn.
Oh, there's no one left to yearn.
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From his album: "Down the Dusty Road"
Songwriters/Composers: W.L. (Bill) Ryland;