(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