Letra

So many roads, so many trains to ride So many roads, so many trains to ride I've got to find my baby, 'fore, before I'll be satisfied I was standin' by my window when I heard that whistle blow I was standin' by my window when I heard that whistle blow Yes, a song like a streamline but it was a B and O It was a mean ol' fireman and a cruel ol' engineer Mean ol' fireman and a cruel ol' engineer It's taken my baby, yes, left me standin' here
Writer(s): Paul Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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