I was five years old when daddy started packing   And I stood there by my momma as she cried   And the next thing that we knew some old train came passing through   And daddy got on board and we ain't seen him no more   I wonder why trains make me lonesome it happens everytime that engine moans some   And when I hear that whistle blow it makes my heart sink low   And I wonder why trains make me lonesome      It was a cold dark night when I drove her to the depot   There were tears in my eyes and a ticket in her hand   And as we stood there by those tracks I knew she wasn't comin' back   So I turned and walked away but I still miss her today   I wonder why trains make me lonesome...      This office building looks like central station those ink spots look engine No 9   And this couch on which I lay suppose to haul my blues away   That old pipe you keep toking is like an old cold engine smoking   I wonder why trains make me lonesome...   Oh yes I wonder why trains make me lonesome