So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride
I got to find my baby
Before I'll be satisfied
I was standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
I was standing at my window
Yes, when I heard that whistle blow
I thought it was a straight line
But it was B & O
It was a mean old fireman
It was a cruel old engineer
It was a mean, mean old fireman
It was a cruel old engineer
Yes they took my baby
And left me standing here
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