I got to ride that lonesome train. My heart is heavy with
aches and pain. I said but someday, someday baby, after
a while, you will be sorry.
Every day my clouds are grey, takes you to roll all those
clouds away. I said that but someday, someday baby,
after a while, you will be sorry.
Trouble, trouble, trouble on my mind. Trouble, trouble,
way down the line. I don't need, I don't need no
sympathy. So babe, babe, don't you, don't you pity me.
I may be blue, but I don't mind, because I know way down
the line. I said someday, someday baby, after a while,
you will be sorry.