The lonesome sound of a train going by, Make me wanna stop
and cry.
I recall the day he took you a way, I'm blue, I'm lonesome,
too.
When I'm hear that whistle blow, I wanna pack my suitcase
and go,
The lonesome sound of a train going by, Make me wanna stop
and cry.
In the still of the night, in the pale moonlight, The wind
it moans and sighs.
There awful blues, I just can't lose. I'm blue, I'm
lonesome, too.
When I'm hear that whistle blow, I wanna pack my suitcase
and go,
The lonesome sound of a train going by, Make me wanna stop
and cry.
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