Oil Tanker Train - Merle Haggard

The oil tanker train from down on the river

In Southern Pacific and Santa Fe names

Would rumble and rattle the old boxcar we lived in

And I was a kid then and I loved that old train

Loaded with crude oil, headed for town

The boxcar would tremble from the top to the ground

And my mother could feel it even before it came

«Get up son to the window, here comes the oil train»

From my checkered past I can always bring back

The memories we felt in that home by the track

And all these years later it’s still stuck in my brain

Oh I loved that old oil tanker train

Dad worked for the railroad when I was a kid

And my fondest memories were things that he did

And early one Christmas, after Santa Claus came

There 'neath the tree ran a toy tanker train