Well I hear that choo choo coming

Coming down those railroad tracks

It's firebox is smoking, it's engine is big and black

It's a heading for the station, when it stops at the station door

I'm gonna board that old black choo choo

And I won't be back no more



Well, it pulls a lot of coaches

That train is mighty long

Some up here with gayety of laughter and song

But know which choo choo that you're riding

Because it's mighty dark and cold

And you'll be happy when I'm crying as the winds begin to blow



Outside the rain is falling

Like great big lonely tears

And the lightning that is flashing

And it stills all of my fears

I heard a porter holler, “Check your baggage please!”

But all that I've got with me are my memories