Oh yeah, oh, no, the train, the train

Every two or three years the train kill somebody

Every two or three years, yeahEverybody knows about the train, okay?

You hear it constantly

You... I, I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life

If you get hit by it

A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train

Carrying sheet metal and household appliances

Through the pouring rain

They were planning on getting married after graduation

Had a little baby girl, trouble came and shut it down

Things like that ain′t supposed to happen

In this quiet town

Families are tight

Good people, they still don't deadbolt their doors at night

In this quiet town

(In this quiet town)

When we first heard opioid stories

They were always in whispering tones

Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes

Parents wept through daddy′s girl eulogies

And merit badge milestones with their daughters and sons

Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns

Somebody's been keepin' secrets

In this quiet town

They know how to live

Good people who lean on Jesus

They′re quick to forgive

In this quiet town

Now whenever I′m near the town

I'll find some reason to give

And I will walk with the dead and the living where I used to live

And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives

Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down

Part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky

In this quiet town

Salt of the land

Hard-working people, if you′re in trouble

They'll lend you a hand

Here in this quiet town

The first crop of hay is up

School let out and the sun beats down

Smoke billows from a Sunday train

That cries away from a quiet town