TRAIN ON THE ISLAND



Train on the island, hear the whistle blow

Go and tell my true love, I'm sick and I can't go



Train on the island, listen to her squeal

Go and tell my true love how happy I do feel



Train on the island, heading for the West

Me and my man done split up, perhaps its for the best



Bring me a sip of water, bring it in a cup

Me and my man done split up, and we're never gonna make up



Show me the crow that flies so high and show me the one that

falls

If I can't get the man I love, I don't want none at all



Went out over the mountain, to hear that banjo ring

Went out over the other side just to hear my darling sing



Make me a banjo out of a gourd, string it up with twine

The only tune that it would play, I wish that man were mine



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