Trains Make Me Lonesome - George Strait

I was five years old when Daddy started packing

And I stood there by my mama as she cried

And the next thing that we knew

Some old train came passing 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 engine moans some

And when I hear that whistle blow

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 coming back

So I turned and walked away but I still miss her today

This office building looks like central station

Those ink spots look engine No. 9

And this couch on which I lay

Suppose to haul my blues away

That old pipe you keep toking

Is like an old coal engine smoking