Tim McMullen

Tim McMullen

BandFolkAcoustic

I write songs: Songs of passion and compassion, songs of humor and healing, songs of anger and action, songs of joy and justice.

Biography

Although most of my works are solo acoustic pieces—
as in the autobiographical collection "To Make A True
Story Short," and in "All's Not Fair...," a collection of
anti-war/pro-choice topical songs—on the CD, "I Could
Write You A Song," I worked with my longtime friend,
songwriter and arranger, Tim Clott, to include multiple
instruments on about half of the tracks.

"Second-String Songman," my homage to Jim Croce's
musical collaborator, Maury Muehleisen, the gifted
singer/songwriter/instrumentalist who was killed in the
same plane crash that took Croce's life, can be found
on a wonderful website maintained by Maury's sister,
Mary, at www.maurymuehleisen.com. It is also found
on the Tribute Songs page at www.jimcrocefans.com.
My book, "Aged 50 Years, A Life in Song"—is a
collection of about 120 original songs (and a few poems)
with autobiographical anecdotes. The anecdote at
www.maurymuehleisen.com is an excerpt from the
book.

Lyrics

Goodbye, Pullman Lullabye

Written By: Tim McMullen

I remember riding
On a family vacation,
Leaving California for
The Gulf of Mexico.
Knowing I was going
On a train across the country...
Not really understanding,
But happy just to go.

I remember waiting
In a dirty old train station,
Sittin’ on a suitcase
While my father paid the fare.
Caught up in the clatter
Of the whistles and the train calls...
Feelin’ like I’m someone
Headin’ for “who knows where?”

And who knows where?
Who really cares when you’re just a kid
Out for a free ride?
It’s always there:
Everybody shares that kind of feelin’
On the inside.

I remember riding
On a train across the country,
But the trains are gone,
And the kid is too;
It just won’t be denied.
Yeah, the trains are gone,
And the kid is too;
It just won’t be denied.

I remember rockin’
With the rollin’ of the Pullman,
Watchin’ from the window
As we left it all behind.
Dining cars and shining stars
Brightening the southern skies
To stir the heart of Dixie
In a California mind.

I remember riding
On a train across the country,
I’d wrap myself to sleep
Around a Pullman Lullaby...
Wrap myself to sleep
Around a Pullman Lullaby.

And who knows where?
Who really cares when you’re just a kid
Out for a free ride?
It’s always there:
Everybody shares that kind of feelin’
On the inside.

I remember riding
On a train across the country,
But the trains are gone,
And the kid is too;
It just won’t be denied.
Yeah, the trains are gone,
And the kid is too;
It just won’t be denied.

I’ve been back many times since then;
I reckon that I’ll go again.
But even so, I can’t pretend
That it’s ever been the same.
Maybe it’s the youth I lost...
Maybe it’s the country’s changed,
But it never looked so good
As from the window of that train.

Maybe it’s the youth I lost...
Maybe it’s the country’s changed,
But it never looked so good
As from the window of that train.

Set List

All original—the set depends on the venue and the crowd—
but it is always a combination of humorous songs and
serious, heart-felt, moving ballads. The style runs the
gamut from ragtime, folk, and blues finger-picking to
various flat-picking styles.