I hear the train a-coming, it's rolling round the bend
And I ain't been kissed, Lord, since I don't know when
The boys in Crescent city don't seem to know I'm here
That lonesome whistle seems to tell me to disappear.
When I was just a baby, my mama told me: Sue,
when you're grown up I want that you should go and see and do
But I'm stuck in Crescent city, just watching live going bye
When I hear that whistle blowing, ooh, I hang my head and cry.
I see the rich folks eating in that fancy dining car
They're probably having fasan's breast and Eastern caviar*
Now I ain't crying envy, and I ain't crying me
It's just that they get to see things that I'll never see.
If I'd owned that lonesome whistle, if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd send a man a little farther down the line,
far from Crescent city is where I'd like to stay
|: And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away :|
*Was für eine dumme Gans! Ich habe auch noch nie Fasanenbrust und/oder Kaviar gegessen; aber wenn andere Leute das tun wollen, dann sei's ihnen gegönnt ;-)