Well, there's a train
in Mississippi
on that blue
railroad line.
And it runs
the midnight darkness
through the pines,
lonesome pines.
Lord, it cries like a baby
lost out in
the great unknown.
Sounds so sad
and broken-hearted,
so lost
and all alone.
Even trains have to cry.
They're always hearing
somebody say goodbye.
Like my baby
when she left home.
That's right, she left,
and she's still gone.
Ooh,
ooh.
Just one more
shot of neon
for this old broken
-hearted man.
The night is cold
and peace inside
is hard to find,
so hard to find.
But there's always a new tomorrow,
another town,
another scene.
Come the morning,
I'll be traveling.
Tonight I'll hold her in my dreams.
Even trains have to cry.
They're
always hearing
somebody say goodbye.
Like my baby
when she left home.
That's right, she left,
and she's still gone.
Ooh, ooh.