I was 5 years old When daddy started packing And I stood there by my momma As she cried And the next thing that we knew Some old train came passing through And daddy got on board And we ain't seen him no more
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I wonder why trains make me lonesome It happens everytime that engine moans some And when I hear that whistle blow It makes my heart sink low And I wonder why trains make me lonesome
It was a cold dark night When I drove her to the depot There were tears in my eyes And a ticket in her hand And as we stood there by those tracks I knew she wasn't coming back So I turned and walked away But I still miss her today
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Those ink spots look engine no. 9 And this couch on which I lay Suppose to haul my blues away That old pipe you keep toking Is like an old cold enging smoking
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