I was five years old when daddy started packing

And I stood there by my momma 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 everytime 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 comin' back

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

I wonder why trains make me lonesome...



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 cold engine smoking

I wonder why trains make me lonesome...

Oh yes I wonder why trains make me lonesome