So Many Roads
Well, there are so many roads, so many trains to ride
Well, there are so many roads, so many trains to ride
I've gotta find my babe before I can be satisfied
I was standing at my window when I heard that whistle blow
Yeah, standing at my window when I heard that whistle blow
I know the train had left the station, where did my baby go?
It was a mean old fireman and a cruel of engineer
Mean old fireman and a cruel old engineer
Gone and took my babe, left me standing here
Asked the man at the station, "Please, may I ride the lines?"
I asked the man at the station, "Please, may I ride the lines?"
He said, "You know, I wouldn't mind, son, but that old train ain't mine"
So many roads
There are so many roads, so many trains to ride
Yes, there are so many roads, so many trains to ride
I gotta find my babe before I can be satisfied