So Many Roads

So many roads

So many trains to ride

So many roads

So many trains to ride

I've got to find my baby before

I'll be satisfied

I was standing by my window

When I heard that whistle blow

I was standing by my window

When I heard that whistle blow

You know I thought it was a streamline

But it was a b and o

It was a mean old fireman

And a cruel old engineer

It was a mean old fireman

And a cruel old engineer

That took away my baby

And left me standing here