East Bound Train Lyrics - Flatt And Scruggs

The east bound train was crowded one cold December day 

The conductor shouted, "Tickets" in his old- time fashioned way 

A little girl, in sadness , her hair as bright as gold 

She said I'm going to beg his pardon this cold December day 

[ ac.guitar ] 

My mother's daily sewing to try to earn our bread 

My poor dear old blind father in prison almost dead 

My brother and my sister would both be mighty glad, 

If I could only bring back my poor, dear , old blind Dad" 

The conductor could not answer he could not make a reply 

While looking at this little one he brushed a teardrop from his eye 

"Do not fear my little one just stay right where you are 

You'll never need a ticket while I am on this car"