Chicken Train by Paula Lynch

Story Behind the Song
My uncle Kenny was clowning around c. 1980 and quipped, "Chicken Train... bwoook bwoook." And a legend was born. Yes, I was all of ten when I penned this horror. (Dedicated to my beloved uncle, Kenny Richard Lynch, who died in 1982 at around age 21.)

Lyrics
In Tennessee in an old wooden shack
There lived a man by the name of Mack
He retired there in '64
And opened up a candy store.

In the evening he sat on his porch in a chair
And children gathered 'round from everywhere
From all parts the children eagerly came
To hear his tales of the... Chicken Train.

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It passed like a shadow but the sounds were clear
Clucks were heard as it drew near
None of the town folks knew its name
They just know it as the Chicken Train.

You could see its shadow at the break of dawn
In an instant it's there, in an instant it's gone
From the peak of the mountain you could see it go
Past the coal yards where the rivers flow.

The wheels would grind with an evil sound
The sound echoed for miles around
The cry of the chickens' clucks grew faint
And out of sight went the Chicken Train.

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RUBBISH TO END.