Where were you when the train left town I’s standing on the corner with my head hung down 
Chorus Hey that train, done carried my girl from town Hey-yee hey hey hey 
There goes the train that carried my girl from town If I knowed her number I’d go flag her down 
If I had a gun I’d let the hammer down Lord I’d shoot that rounder took my girl from town 
I wish to the Lord that the train would wreck Kill the engineer and break the fireman’s neck 
Rations on the table, coffee’s gettin’ cold Some dirty rounder stole my jellyroll 
There goes my girl, somebody bring her back ’Cause she’s got her hand in my money sack 
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Lord show me a woman that a man can trust 
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