The lonesome sigh of a train going by
Makes me want to stop and cry
I recall the day it took you away
I'm blue I'm lonesome too
When I hear that whistle blow
I want to pack my suitcase and go
The lonesome sound of a train going by
Makes me want to stop and cry
In the still of the night in the pale moonlight
The wind, it moans and cry
These lonesome blues I just can't lose
I'm blue I'm lonesome too
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