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Train I ride, sixteen coaches long And the woman I love, she's on that train and gone Train, train, rolling round the bend Took away my baby, I'll never see her again Well, I went down to the station, meet my baby at the gate Asked the station master was the train a-running late "Son, if you've been waiting for the four forty-four I hate to tell you, boy, that train don't run here any more"