Dinah Washington I Thought About You
I took a trip on a train
And I thought about you
I passed a shadowy lane
And I thought about you
Two or three cars arked under the stars
A winding stream
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam, the same old dream.
At every stop that we made, I thought about you
But when I pulled down the shade I really felt blue
I peeked through the crack, looked at the track
The one going back to you
Then what did I do? I thought about you.
I thought about you.
I really felt blue.
I peeked through the crack, looked at the track
The one going back to you
Then what did I do? I thought about you.
