[Verse 1] Used to hear the whistle blow at quarter after five, Atlantic Coast Line rolling, keeping this old town alive. Cotton bales and timber stacked beside the depot door, Lyve Oak was a railroad town, that's what we were built for. [Chorus] Railroad town, dead-end road, Tracks don't run like they used to roll. But the depot's still standing on North Ohio, Railroad town, dead-end road, still got soul. [Verse 2] Freight house turned a museum now with photos on the wall, Grandpa loading turpentine, standing ten feet tall. Passenger trains brought the people, took the young ones far away, Some of us stayed right here, wouldn't have it any other way. [Chorus] Railroad town, dead-end road, Tracks don't run like they used to roll. But the depot's still standing on North Ohio, Railroad town, dead-end road, still got soul. [Bridge] Interstate replaced the rails, trucks replaced the cars, But you can still feel the rumble if you listen to the stars. Lyve Oak built on crossroads, iron and pine and sweat, This railroad town ain't finished, don't you count us out just yet. [Outro - twangy guitar fade] Railroad town... (still got soul)... Dead-end road... (don't count us out)...
