Railway's Comin' Through

Well the railway's fin'lly comin' through,
There'll be no more inns on the road,
Yes the railway's fin'lly comin' through
The bullocky will lose his whole load

Locomotive Number 3203
It's a-rollin' down the track,
It'll take you into town, to the mountains and the sea,
It'll take you all the way, it'll get you back.

Rooty Hill, Mount Druitt, Blacktown and Penrith too,
They've all grown up with the rail,
Out on the Richmond line the train's a-steamin' through,
Bringin' passengers, goods 'n' mail.

Ironbark forests are feeding these tracks
Saw mills workin' furiously
Local fruit pickers got sweat on their backs
Their boss has now new found prosperity

Well the railway's fin'lly comin' through,
There'll be no more inns on the road,
Yes the railway's fin'lly comin' through
The bullocky will lose his whole load

(Copyright 2001 John Hospodaryk)