Well, that little black engine,
red coaches on behind
Well, that little black engine,
red coaches on behind
Well, it blows so lonesome,
can my baby up the line?
Well, I ain't got no money
for a ticket on the train,
the train is leavin'
Hear the fireman ring,
Lord,
that little black engine,
red coaches on behind
Well, it blows so lonesome,
can't my baby up the line
Well, I saw that engine as it rolled away,
my baby, she was leaving
She may be gone to stay,
but that little black engine
With red coaches on behind
Well, it blowed so lonesome,
canned my baby up the line
Just as long as I live,
you'll always hear me say
Was a dirty old engineer
move that train away
Lord that little black engine
My coach is on the island
Well it blowed so lonesome
can't my baby up the line
how'd it blow sonny boy
Black engine
with red coaches on behind
Well, it blowed so lonesome
and my baby of the line
I ain't got nothing against the fireman
ain't mad with the engineer
One thing I will remember
through my living years
is that little black engine
With red coaches on behind
How
it blowed so lonesome
Carried my baby up the line
Well, I stood and watched the train
Till it went around the bend
And I started squawking
Will I ever see my baby again
Lord, that little black engine
With red coaches all behind
Well, it blowed so lonesome
Can my baby ever learn?
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