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Two RARE Jerry Springer 1973 songs - "Save the Union Terminal" & "Faded Photos Just Won't Do"

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(Credit to Springer4President.) A young Jerry Springer singing two very old school 70s folk pop/soft rock songs as Cincinnati City Councilman (before he was mayor) when the downtown train station was in danger of demolition. 1. "Save the Union Terminal" (mid tempo ballad) LYRICS: They built her back in '33, when the railroad man was king. Depression folks came to town, forever wandering. There was depots by the dozen, in the cities large and small. But God knows Union Terminal, was the grandest of them all. CHORUS: Save the Union Terminal, from the wrecking ball and chain. Life without them railroad blues, would never be the same. Save the Union Terminal, save yourself a friend. So the mind's eye of your children, can still see. The warriors they were busy one, for the castle by the rail. The people packed are waitin' for, the whistle's mournful wail. But the station's days were numbered, her doom was all but sealed. By the Greyhound Bus and the airplane, and the hungry automobile. Save the Union Terminal, save yourself a friend. So the mind's eye of your children, can still see. A thousand men they built her, and thousands did delight. At such a sign of progress, at such a lovely sight. Now they say we need more progress, times are changing after all. So they say they're gonna tear down, with a big ol' wrecker's ball. Save the Union Terminal, save yourself a friend. So the mind's eye of your children, can still see. The little boy stares through the glass, thru the driving sheets of rain. He turns and asks his father, "Daddy, tell me about the trains!" The man looks down upon his son, and tells him thoughtfully. "If they save Union Terminal, we can all go down and see!" CHORUS/END 2. "Faded Photos (Just Won't Do)", slower ballad Just an old abandoned shell, what a story it could tell. Where once a thousand dreams a day, went quickly on their way. Where little boys would dream so sweet, would sit upon the train and see. Once used to stand in awestruck wonder, while down below they felt the thunder. A million tons of steel and track, its stillness hangs so heavily. The walls cry out, Ah, history! Its greatness begs to stand today, but they won't listen to what we say. For generations it will speak, of walls of peace of crowded sea(?) Of apple butchers and lovely seas, smiling red caps, black limousines. And yellow taxis standing in a row. My friends will leave eventually, but the wrecker's ball is all we see. Because it's old to you and me, seeing it, what we may someday be. And will we too eventually, wipe out our past as horridly? Will things we did go totally, unnoticed by the people that we see? Not a single memory to share. So as the lovely murals fall, before progress, wrecking ball. Remember what I tried to say, it can't return once its done away. And faded photos just won't do. The future of the past is up to you. Oh what a shame if she should fall. We'll have just the memories, and friends, that's all. And not one child will ever stand in awe, and wonder about that brand new parking lot.