Frank Hutchison — The Train That Carried The Girl From Town

Tennessee raised, Alybama bound If my girl leaves me, I'm gonna move from town Hey, Lord, I hate that train, carried my girl from town Hate that train, carried my girl from town If I knowed her number, sure flag her down Hey, Lord, I hate that train, carried my girl from town Where was you when that train left town? Standin' on the corner, head a-hangin' down Hey, Lord, I hate that train, carried my girl from town Spoken:Now the train's blowin', leavin' the depot with her Wish to the Lord, train would wreck Kill the engineer, break the fireman's neck Hey, Lord, I hate that train, carried my girl from town Hello, Central, give me six-oh-nine Want to talk to that brown of mine Hey, Lord, I hate that train, carried my girl from town Spoken:Hear her hikin' right on down the pike Rations on the table, coffee's gettin' cold Some old rounder stole my jellyroll Hey, Lord, I hate that train, carried my girl from town Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Show me that woman, man can trust Hey, Lord, I hate that train (guitar finishes line) hey, hey Want no grease mixed in my rice Girl of mine took my appetite Hey, Lord, I hate that train, carried my girl from town Spoken:Hear her hikin' right on down There goes my girl, somebody call her back She's got her hand in my money sack Hey, Lord, I hate that train, carried my girl from town