Well, it's so hard
To listen to these trains
Outside my window
Here it comes again
And it's calling me, begging me
"Follow me down the track"
And it moans so dark and low
"Baby ain't comin' back"
Well, I refuse to believe
It could happen to me and you
But it's lonesome and it's hard
And it's true
I got this whiskey
To take care of my lips
I got these long cool steel strings
At my fingertips
And I ain't got nothing
I ain't got nothing to soothe my aching soul
Except this screeching and screaming iron
To tell me where I ought to go
Well, I refuse to believe
It could happen to me and you
But it's lonesome and it's hard
And it's true
And I hear the train sigh
And idle down below
Why your love is so sweet and wild
Is something I'll never know
And it sounds like crying
And it sounds like letting go
Oh, breathing and lying
Sinking and dying slow
And I watch from my window
Touching the cold glass sky
And as the train rolls down the track
I say
Goodbye
You want to take me home
And I wanna go
I wanna, wanna, wanna go
People wanna know, people wanna know
Take, take, take, take me home
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