Well I hear that choo choo coming
Coming down those railroad tracks
Itâs firebox is smoking, itâs engine is big and black
Itâs a heading for the station, when it stops at the station door
Iâm gonna board that old black choo choo
And I wonât be back no more
Well, it pulls a lot of coaches
That train is mighty long
Some up here with gayety of laughter and song
But know which choo choo that youâre riding
Because itâs mighty dark and cold
And youâll be happy when Iâm crying as the winds begin to blow
Outside the rain is falling
Like great big lonely tears
And the lightning that is flashing
And it stills all of my fears
I heard a porter holler, âCheck your baggage please!â
But all that Iâve got with me are my memories