Tekster: Doc Watson. Train That Carried My Girl from Town.

There goes the train that carried my girl from town
If I knowed her number, Lord, I'd flag her down
Wish to the Lord that the train would wreck
Kill that engineer and break the fireman's neck

Hey, the train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Where was you when the train left town?
I stand on the corner with my head hung down
If I had my gun I'd let the hammer down
Lord, I'd shoot that rounder that took my girl from town

Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Rations on the table and the coffee's getting cold

And some dirty rounder took my jelly roll
Hello, Central, give me six-o-nine
I want to talk to that woman of mine

Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can you show me that woman that a man can trust
There goes my girl, somebody bring her back
'Cause she got her hand in my money sack

Hey, that train that carried my girl from town
Hey, hey, hey, hey