(Paul Overstreet/Thom Schuyler)



I was five years old when daddy started packin'

And I stood there by my mamma

As she cried

And the next thing that we knew

Some old train came passin' through

And daddy got on board

And we ain't seen him no more



I wonder why trains make me lonesome

It happens every time that enginge moan's some

And when I hear that whistle blow

Why it makes my heart sink low

And I wonder why trains make me lonesome



It was a cold dark night

When I drove her to the depot

There were tears in my eyes

And a ticket in her hand

And as we stood there by those tracks

I knew she wasn't comein' back

So I turned and walked away

But I still miss her today



I wonder why trains make me lonesome

It happens every time that enginge moan's some

And when I hear that whistle blow

Why it makes my heart sink low

And I wonder why trains make me lonesome



Were at softest bill

It looks like central station

Thos ink spots look like engine number nine

And this couch on which I lay

Supposed to hall my blues away

That ol' pipe

That keep smokin'

Is like a cold engine smokin'



Doctor...

I wonder why trains make me lonesome

It happens every time that enginge moan's some

And when I hear that whistle blow

Why it makes my heart sink low

And I wonder why trains make me lonesome



O' Yes I wonder why trains make me lonesome