Текст песни The Conductor - Gordon Jenkins

I hear the train a-comin'
It's rollin' '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
Sue, 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 life mosey by
When I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and cry
I see the rich folks eatin'
In that fancy dinin' car
They're probably havin'
Pheasant breast and eastern caviar
Now I ain't cryin' envy and I ain't cryin' me
It's just that they get to see things
That I've never seen
If I owned that lonesome whistle
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd find 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
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away