Oh yeah, oh, no, the train, the train Every two or three years the train kill somebody Every two or three years, yeah Everybody knows about the train, okay? You hear it constantly You... I, I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life If you get hit by it A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train Carrying sheet metal and household appliances Through the pouring rain They were planning on getting married after graduation Had a little baby girl, trouble came and shut it down Things like that ain't supposed to happen In this quiet town Families are tight Good people, they still don't deadbolt their doors at night In this quiet town (In this quiet town) When we first heard opioid stories They were always in whispering tones Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies And merit badge milestones with their daughters and sons Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns Somebody's been keepin' secrets In this quiet town They know how to live Good people who lean on Jesus They're quick to forgive In this quiet town Now whenever I'm near the town I'll find some reason to give And I will walk with the dead and the living where I used to live And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down Part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky In this quiet town Salt of the land Hard-working people, if you're in trouble They'll lend you a hand Here in this quiet town The first crop of hay is up School let out and the sun beats down Smoke billows from a Sunday train That cries away from a quiet town