Cold smoke, valve oil and steam My heart is sad, I'm living in dreamsI can't tell why I love the smell Of cold smoke, valve oil and steamI worked for the railroad all of my lifeTo make a home for my darling wifeBut now I'm retired and feeling so lowWeary and tired with a heart full of woeCold smoke, valve oil and steamMy heart is sad, I'm living in dreamsI can't tell why I love the smellOf cold smoke, valve oil and steamI pull on the whistle to clear the lineAnd to bring that fireball in on timeOh, time in your flight, please take me backLet me hear the drivers click again on the trackCold smoke, valve oil and steamMy heart is sad, I'm living in dreamsI can't tell why I love the smellOf cold smoke, valve oil and steamA short forty years went flying on byNow I'm so lonesome I could dieIf I find heaven the way I've been toldI'll roll an engine down a track made of goldCold smoke, valve oil and steamMy heart is sad, I'm living in dreamsI can't tell why I love the smellOf cold smoke, valve oil and steam