I'm riding on that Memphis specialI'm riding on that Memphis trainI'm on my way to see my daughterAnd I will never meet her againThat was so used to make me lonesomeAnd now it seems to sing a songIt's singing about my blue-eyed daughterAnd how she's waiting for some morePlease, engineer, open the throttleFirm and shovel on the coalAnd when that porter hollers memphianHer smiling face comes in once moreI'm riding on that Memphis specialI'm riding on that Memphis trainI'm on my way to see my daughterAnd I will never meet her again© transcript Emily Beynon
