Son House Empire State Express
I went down to the station
I leaned up against the door
I said I went down to the station
I leaned up against the door
I know the Empire State
Everytime I hear her blow
I asked the depot agent
Let me ride, let me ride, ride the blinds
I asked the depot agent
Let me ride the blinds
He said I wouldn’t mind it son
But this here Empire State ain’t mine
That Empire State
She runs on Eastern, runs on Eastern, Eastern Time
I said that Empire State
She runs on Eastern Time
She’s the rollingest baby
In the New York Central Line
She’s got a mean old fireman
And a lowdown engine, lowdown engine, engineer
She’s got a mean old fireman
And a lowdown engineer
She’s taken my baby away from me
And left me standin’ here
Enginer blow the whistle
Foreman he ring, fireman ring, ring the bell
Engineer blows the whistle
And the fireman he rings the bell
There’s my baby on board
Waving me ‘Fare thee well’
You outta hear what
That mean old train, mean old train, train will do
You outta hear what
That mean old train will do
Take your baby away
And choke back smoke at you
