I was five years old when daddy started packing
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And I stood there by my momma as she cried
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And the next thing that we knew some old train came passing through
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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
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And when I hear that whistle blow it makes my heart sink low
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And I wonder why trains make me lonesome
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It was a cold dark night when I drove her to the depot
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There were tears in my eyes and a ticket in her hand
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And as we stood there by those tracks I knew she wasn't comin' back
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So I turned and walked away but I still miss her today
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I wonder why trains make me lonesome...
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This office building looks like central station those ink spots look engine No 9
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And this couch on which I lay suppose to haul my blues away
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That old pipe you keep toking is like an old coal engine smoking
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Doctor!
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I wonder why trains make me lonesome...
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Oh yes I wonder why trains make me lonesome
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Trains Made Me Lonesome
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| George Strait |
