Piper was dancing around to her Boston Pops America CD. This continues to be one of her favorites and normally involves her running around waving one or more flags while it plays at high volumes. Well today all of a sudden she stopped and ran up to me.
Piper: I know ! I know!
Me: What do you know?
Piper: I know what that means.
Me: You know what, what means?
Piper: That song. It’s a train. They’re riding the train on the tracks that their fathers built.
This is what she was talking about. It’s from City of New Orleans sung by Arlo Guthrie:
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car. Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, Are rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.