(Irving Gordon)
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Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
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Wave Mama from the train a goodbye
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Throw Mama from the train, a kiss a kiss
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And don't cry, my baby, don't cry
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How I miss that sweet lady with her old-country touch
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Miss her quaint broken English called *Pennsylvania Dutch*
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I can still see her there at the station that day
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Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away
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Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
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Dry Mama all your tears, won't you try
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Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
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And eat Mama up all her pie
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Can't believe that she's gone now, it's a lonely old town
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Yet, I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down
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'Cause whenever I happen to be passing through
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I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew
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And I
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Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
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Wave Mama from the train a goodbye
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Throw Mama from the train, a kiss, a kiss
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And she throws one back from up high
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Mama From The Train
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| Patti Page |
