Track Insight / Lyrics
Violin sleeps in a battered case
Under trestles, lost in haze
Rosin dust on cracked varnish skin
Diesel breath rolls rolling in
Boxcar lullaby, low and deep
Where the iron wheels sing sleep
Bow don't move, but strings still cry
Hear the prairie wind go by
Cook flips eggs on the graveyard shift
Watch the yard through steaming rift
Regulars don't ask no more
Why the fiddle stays on floor
Boxcar lullaby, low and deep
Where the iron wheels sing sleep
Bow don't move, but strings still cry
Hear the prairie wind go by
Harmonica breathes in the brakeman's coat
Pedal steel bends a lonesome note
Upright bass thumps in the chest
Put the weary mind to rest
No stage lights, no ticket line
Just the rhythm, keeping time
Case stays shut, but music lives
In the shunter's cough, the coupler's grip
Dawn cracks pale on the roundhouse roof
Violin wakes, a silver proof
Old man tunes with calloused thumb
Plays the rails where he came from
Boxcar lullaby, low and deep
Where the iron wheels sing sleep
Bow don't move, but strings still cry
Hear the prairie wind go by
Coffee's gone, the shift is done
Fiddle sings of rising sun
Regulars nod, they know the tune
Boxcar lullaby at noon
Boxcar lullaby, low and deep
Where the iron wheels sing sleep
Bow don't move, but strings still cry
Hear the prairie wind go by
Case snaps shut, the music stays
In the fog and diesel haze
