The lonesome sound of a train going by, Make me wanna stop and cry. I recall the day he took you a way, I'm blue, I'm lonesome, too. When I'm hear that whistle blow, I wanna pack my suitcase and go, The lonesome sound of a train going by, Make me wanna stop and cry. In the still of the night, in the pale moonlight, The wind it moans and sighs. There awful blues, I just can't lose. I'm blue, I'm lonesome, too. When I'm hear that whistle blow, I wanna pack my suitcase and go, The lonesome sound of a train going by, Make me wanna stop and cry.
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