Baby, I really wanna know
I think you should stop your cryin'
Here my kerchief to dry your eyes
You know that I love you,
Groovy; here I am:
Come rub it 'pon me belly
Like some guava jelly.
Damsel, here I am:
Come rub upon my belly
Like some guava jelly.
This train is bound for glory - this train;
Yeah I'm Talkin' 'bout this train is bound for glory - this train:
This train is bound for glory,
This train will carry no un'oly;
Cause the stone that the builder refuse
Should always be the head cornerstone-a;
The stone that the builder refuse
Should always be the head cornerstone.
You're a builder, baby;
Here I am, a stone.
To confuse you girl
The things we refuse
Are the things we should choose
Can you hear me?
Oh, hear what I say
And this train is bound for glory - this train;
Yeah I'm Talkin' 'bout this train is bound for glory - this train:
This train is bound for glory,
Oh, this train will carry no un'oly;
Cause I, just can't be sad