Steve WilkinsonJohn Scott Sherrill) My momma always told me Don't you hang around those Williamstown boys And don't be blind girl they're not our kind But she never met Willy McCoy The sun comes up at his house The same as it does at mine And

锘(Steve WilkinsonJohn Scott Sherrill) My momma always told me Don't you hang around those Williamstown boys And don't be blind girl they're not our kind But she never met Willy McCoy The sun comes up at his house The same as it does at mine And why the two of us should never touch Is something I just can't get through my mind In a passing car I saw him through the window I could swear I caught him looking back If there's a chance for love to grow I might never know 'Cause I'm stuck here On the right side of the tracks Funny how a set of rusty rails Built a wall that we can't break down I know my baby's just a stone's throw away But it's a million miles from here To Williamstown And if that train still stopped here at the station We could hop on board, and never look back Until love can cross the line Between his world and mine I'm stuck here on the right side of the tracks