Classic Poem

(Lord I hate to hear that
Frisco whistle blow)

Well I saw the Frisco when she left the yard
I saw the Frisco when she left the yard
When that train pull out, baby, it nearly broke my heart

They's two trains running, none of 'em going my way
Two trains running, none was going my way
I'm gonna leave here walking on this very day

(Oh whoop it Mister Whooper
whoop it a long time
whoop it till I get this Trinity Train)

Well there's one thing I don't like 'bout the railroad track
One thing I don't like 'bout that railroad track
They'll take your rider, never bring her back

Honey, where were you, babe, when the Frisco left the yard
Where were you, babe,—Frisco left the yard
I was on the corner, police had me barred