Transcribed by Adam Bell
(G)I was five years old when (C)daddy started (G)packing,
And I (C)stood there by my (G)momma as she (D)cried.
And the (C)next thing that we (G)knew,
An old (D)train came passing (D)through.
Then (Am)daddy got on (Em)board, and we (C)ain't seen him no (D)more.
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I (G)wonder why (C)trains make me (D)lone(G)some,
(C)It happens every(G)time that engine (D)moans some.
And when I (C)hear that whistle (G)blow,
It (Am)makes my heart sink (Em)low,
And I (C)wonder why (D)trains make me (G)lonesome.
Can I get a HELL-YEAH from all the strait fans out there?
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