Well I hear that choo choo coming
Coming down those railroad tracks
It´s firebox is smoking, it´s engine is big and black
It´s a heading for the station, when it stops at the station door
I´m gonna board that old black choo choo
And I won´t 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 you´re riding
Because it´s mighty dark and cold
And you´ll be happy when I´m 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, “Check your baggage please!”
But all that I´ve got with me are my memories