I'm on the last train to nowhere, I can hear that 

whistle blow,

And the chances are that I'll go where all the saints 

and sinners go.

I've only got a one-way ticket, so I never will return,

But there'll be no tears in the after years, 'cause 

there's no one left to yearn.



Been in peculiar places, in countries near and far,

By boat and train and big jet plane, by bus and touring 

car.

I've done my time in the cooler, a cell in a country 

jail,

It is lonesome there but it can't compare with a seat 

on the nowhere mail.



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When bugles blew in wartime, I joined them over there,

I did my best, I had no rest, but I didn't really care.

I never was good at shootin', 'cause I didn't care to 

kill,

Oh, but my very best mate met a soldier's fate, now he 

lies on nowhere hill.



I'm on the last train to nowhere and there's no one on 

the brick,

Just a whistle loud and a smoky shroud on the final 

trip I take.

I'm on the last to nowhere, the train that's never 

late,

But no more hails and nowhere mails, it's going through 

the Pearly Gate. 



I'm on the last train to nowhere, I can hear that 

whistle blow,

And the chances are that I'll go where all the saints 

and sinners go.

I've only got a one-way ticket, so I never will return,

But there'll be no tears in the after years, 'cause 

there's no one left to yearn.



Oh, there's no one left to yearn.