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True Stories (From My Fictitious Life) by Dale Anderson [ Ссылка ]
When I began writing this song my brother, Neil, was in the next room listening to my soft notes late at night. “My brother and me, we turning old and gray. It had to happen eventually.” He passed away the following year. I think of him each time I play this song, as well as my Grandpa who helped raise me (us) from age 2 until I was six.
First it was Grandpa Hackelberg standing next to me in the front yard of our little home in 1955, hearing the whistle from the few remaining Chicago and Northwestern steam engines in service switching in the yards near Marinette, Wisconsin. Then, in 1965 I rode the double-decker, only two cars long, to visit my big brother away at school. In the glory days of railroads, passenger service was everywhere and it was not unusual to have 20+ cars crossing the country.
Well, here comes the train. “All aboard!”
THERE GOES THE 400 Dale Anderson
I could hear the whistle blow miles away
It's that old train coming again
Late afternoon, seems like almost every day
Heard it ever since I didn't know when.
When I was just a kid, my grandpa said to me
He said "There goes the 400."
Speeding 'round the corner down by highway 41
There was something that I always wondered.
He said, "There goes the 400"
There goes the 400
Four hundred minutes from Chicago to St. Paul
There goes the 400.
Locomotive power doing ninety miles an hour
It was big, bright yellow and green
Double-decker cars filled with people goin' to town
It was the fastest thing I'd ever seen.
Summer '65 I was feeling so alive
I took the train to the big city
Waiting there for me, my brother could it be?
He was college bound and sittin' pretty.
He said, "There goes the 400"
There goes the 400
Four hundred minutes from Chicago to St. Paul
There goes the 400.
Now that train speeds by, counting minutes on the fly
Just people rushing to and fro
In a hurry here, in a hurry there, where the years went I don't know.
Now my grandpa's gone so long ago
Sometimes I feel him standing right next to me
My brother and me, we turning old and gray
It had to happen eventually.
He said, "There goes the 400"
There goes the 400
Four hundred minutes from Chicago to St. Paul
There goes the 400
There goes the 400.
When I was just a kid, my grandpa said to me
He said, "There goes the 400".
From the album ‘TRUE STORIES (from my fictitious life)’ 2014
