I used to work for The Great Train Store located in Tower City. From opening until closing, we had to play train related music. There was a 5 disc changer that had the job of playing music for 10 hours a day. After hearing the same music over and over again, it just started to drive you crazy. You started to hate some songs and love others. The best weekend I ever worked there was when the disc player stopped working. Nothing could replace the silence that filled the store all weekend.
I found a link to one of my favorite railroad songs, My Daddy Was A Railroad Man by Boxcar Willie. I did not mind hearing this song over and over for some reason.