Johnny Cash
Train Of Love
1955-1960
Lyrics:
Train of love's a coming, big black wheels of humming,
People waiting at the station, happy hearts are drumming.
Train man tell me "maybe", ain't you got my baby,
Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam,
But everybody's baby but mine coming home.
Now stop your whistle blowing, because I got ways of knowing,
Your bringing other people's lovers, but my own keeps going,
Train of love's deceiving, when she's not gone she's leaving.
Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam,
But everybody's baby but mine coming home.
Train of love's now hasting, sweethearts standing waiting,
Here and there and everywhere, they're going to be embracing.
Train man tell me "maybe", ain't you got my baby,
Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam,
But everybody's baby but mine coming home.
Train of love's a leaving, leaveing my heart grieving,
But early or late, it sit and wait, because I'm still believing,
We'll walk away together, though I may wait forever.
Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam,
But everybody's baby but mine coming home.
Train Of Love
1955-1960
Lyrics:
Train of love's a coming, big black wheels of humming,
People waiting at the station, happy hearts are drumming.
Train man tell me "maybe", ain't you got my baby,
Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam,
But everybody's baby but mine coming home.
Now stop your whistle blowing, because I got ways of knowing,
Your bringing other people's lovers, but my own keeps going,
Train of love's deceiving, when she's not gone she's leaving.
Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam,
But everybody's baby but mine coming home.
Train of love's now hasting, sweethearts standing waiting,
Here and there and everywhere, they're going to be embracing.
Train man tell me "maybe", ain't you got my baby,
Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam,
But everybody's baby but mine coming home.
Train of love's a leaving, leaveing my heart grieving,
But early or late, it sit and wait, because I'm still believing,
We'll walk away together, though I may wait forever.
Every so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam,
But everybody's baby but mine coming home.
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