Alison Krauss & Union Station Blue And Lonesome
The lonesome sound of a train going by, Makes me wanna stop and cry. I recall the day he took you away, I'm blue, I'm lonesome, too.
When I'm hear that whistle blow, I wanna pack my suitcase and go, The lonesome sound of a train going by, Makes me wanna stop and cry.
In the still of the night, in the pale moonlight, The wind it moans and cries. There lonesome blues, I just can't lose. I'm blue, I'm lonesome, too.
When I hear that whistle blow, I wanna pack my suitcase and go, The lonesome sound of a train going by, Makes me wanna stop and cry.
There lonesome blues, I just can't lose. I'm blue, I'm lonesome, too.
I'm blue, and I'm lonesome, too.
