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letra de shut down of the pinxton line - dave goulder

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[verse 1]
we stood at pinxton station one dismal sat-rday
an air of gloom hung over platform one
for folk all dressed in mourning black had come from near and far
to see the pinxton flyer’s final run

[chorus]
there’s the scr-pyard and the colliery and pubs of great renown
and the smell of burning slag it fills the air
but you’ll never get to see them on the rusty pinxton line
for the lmr don’t have the trains to spare

[verse 2]
they filled the booking office, the most it’s seen for years
buying souvenirs tickets by the score
enthusiastic passengers took pictures of the guard
whose autograph was sought by many more

[chorus]
there’s the scr-pyard and the colliery and pubs of great renown
and the smell of burning slag it fills the air
but you’ll never get to see them on the rusty pinxton line
for the lmr don’t have the trains to spare

[verse 3]
a solemn ritual was held upon the platform side
though now it was long past departure time
but finally the train pulled out with whistle open wide
and detonators banging on the line
[chorus]
there’s the scr-pyard and the colliery and pubs of great renown
and the smell of burning slag it fills the air
but you’ll never get to see them on the rusty pinxton line
for the lmr don’t have the trains to spare

[verse 4]
and every single station from there to nottingham
was treated to a ceremony grand
the communication cord was pulled a dozen times or more
for the gentlemen to shake the porter’s hand

[chorus]
there’s the scr-pyard and the colliery and pubs of great renown
and the smell of burning slag it fills the air
but you’ll never get to see them on the rusty pinxton line
for the lmr don’t have the trains to spare

[verse 5]
at last the terminus was reached and ev’ryone got out
the refreshment bar their final port of call
and the gentlemen in black top hats, they drank a solemn toast
for the poor old pinxton railway was no more

[chorus]
there’s the scr-pyard and the colliery and pubs of great renown
and the smell of burning slag it fills the air
but you’ll never get to see them on the rusty pinxton line
for the lmr don’t have the trains to spare

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