The sun slips through the broken blinds Through the dusty panes And casts a shadow across the bed Where you and I once lay Your perfume lingers though youve gone My poor ol heart will break Im lonesome as the whistle On the evening train The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That youll come riding back to me On a train of love I walk down to the station And watch the trains go by And stare into my coffee Just looking for a sign That one day youll step off that train And forgive me for my crimes Take my hand and walk with me Till the end of the line The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That youll come riding back to me On a train of love I never knew I was lucky Till my luck all slipped away I gambled with the Devil And the Devil made me pay My dreams never came true Like the roses never bloomed They withered and they died In this empty room The light is gone, the night is here The day is left behind The rumble of a distant train Slithers through my mind Your photograph is faded But the memory still remains Your eyes burn in the tail lights On the midnight train The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That youll come riding back to me On a train of love The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That youll come riding back to me On a train of love Train of love, train of love The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That youll come riding back to me On a train of love The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That youll come riding back to me On a train of love Train of love, train of love, train of love
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