the train whistle blew for coal road crossin in a few more minutes we ll pull into town i ll have to face the folks who ll come to meet us i ll try to keep the tears from falling down it won t be the way we always had it pictured the day me and daddy went away he told em we ll come back so rich and famous and you ll have a big brass band all set to play but there ll be no brass band at the station there ll be no smiles and no celebration for daddy there ll just be a black hearse waiting and no brass band at the station we left two years ago come next september the letters i wrote were full of lies for me and daddy never hit the big time we got our meals down in a welfare line daddy met up with some men who planned a robbery they said with daddy s brains he d go real far but he never got beyond the first colt bullet now daddy s in a pinebox in the baggage car and there ll be no brass band and no brass band at the station