The Ironworks Train
The next magical international train on the platform nine and three quarters is the one three o two service to Bohumín calling at Bridges, Storkville, Village Green, Castle, Brightville, Trampville and Reed City
At the bridges of Jablunkov, a train appears on the track
There is a pretty conductor; tickets stamped with a clack
To the ironworks, all onboard make a mob
Each one travels there for a blue-collar job
The ironworks train, steelworks train
The pine and beech wave on the way
The ironworks train, steelworks train
The pine and beech wave on the way
One guy chokes on a cigarette while chugging a beer
As an old Žilina-bound woman watches in fear
Everybody’s dozing or then playing cards
Most faces unshaven, gritty, and hard
The ironworks train, steelworks train
Vlad is the locksmith, Paul works at the plant
At stop nicknamed “goitered Vienna”, such people have gone
From goiter suffers no one now, not even old Zon
But at Castle and Brightville many are in sight
Today they’ve got the afternoon shift, then the first of the night
The ironworks train, steelworks train
Joe in the warehouse, Paul at the rolling mill
In Trampville the doors hiss again, we move along
A blackbird in a pear tree is singing a merry song
We’re nearing the steeltown, bread and salami for snacks
Black smoke fills the sky, belching from tall smokestacks
The ironworks train, steelworks train
And now it’s ready to take us home again
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