In the sidings by Cyril Tawney Lyrics

The pin-stripe boys have had their say
A line must go if it doesn't pay
But I'm too old to move away
I'm in the sidings now

I've worked this line for many a day
I can name any driver a mile away
But that's no use when your hair turns grey
I'm in the sidings now

Well, now I know how a wagon feels
When the grass comes creeping round its wheels
And its timbers turn to a woodworm's meals
I'm in the sidings now

So I'll give my whistle one more blow
Then I'll change my pole for a garden hoe
My bogie fires are burning low
I'm in the sidings now

Good business men have often said
Always trim your costs if you're in the red
Well, come shake hands with an overhead
I'm in the sidings now
If your money tree will bear no fruit
Never blame the man who tends the root
But take your knife to the tender shoot
I'm in the sidings now