I hate that train, that they all call the M and O
I hate that train, that they all call the M and O
It took my baby away, and he ain't coming back to me no more
When he was leaving, I couldn't hear nothing but that whistle blow
When he was leaving, I couldn't hear nothing but that whistle blow
And the man at the throttle, Lord he wasn't coming back no more
He had his head in the window, that man the drivers roll
He had his head in the window, that man the drivers roll
They are going away baby, and doggone your bad-luck soul
Now I'm so worried, and I'm so full of gloom
Now I'm so worried, and I'm so full of gloom
And deep down in my heart, ain't nothing but a lover's ruin
I was sorry, I was sorry sorry to my heart
I was sorry, I was sorry sorry to my heart
To see that M and O train, and me and my daddy part