Classic Poem

Tell me what time do the trains come through your town
I wanna know what time the trains come through your town
I wanna laugh and talk with a long-haired teasing brown

One goes south at eight and it's one goes north at nine
One goes south at eight and one goes north at nine
I got to have a good talk with that long-haired brown of mine

Go and get my black horse and saddle up my gray mare
Go get my black horse and saddle up my gray mare
I'm going on to my good gal: she's in the world some where

I can't count these times and I'm so unsatisfied
I can't count these times and I'm so unsatisfied
Sugar, the blues ain't on me, but things ain't going on right