Tolono by U. Utah Phillips
I was headed for Tolono on the Wabash Cannonball,
Norfolk and Western all the way.
St. Louis down the line, Detroit somewhere behind
I thought I heard that old conductor say
No round trip ticket, you're on the final run.
This Cannonball is never comin' back.
Tomorrow she'll just be another memory,
And an echo down a rusty railroad track.
I got off at Tolono, just below Champagne
A flagstop on the edge of yesterday
The whistle blew a song, I whispered "So long"
Waved my hand and slowly walked away
No round trip ticket, you're on the final run.
This Cannonball is never comin' back.
Tomorrow she'll just be another memory,
And an echo down a rusty railroad track.
I think about tomorrow, wonder why it is
We give up all the things we love the most
Goodbye, you old hog. I'll have to ride the Dog
Till they build a subway coast to coast.