(Marhall Paul) Well, there are so many roads So many trains to ride Well, there are so many roads So many trains to ride I've gotta find my babe Before I can be satisfied I was standing at my window When I heard that whistle blow Yea, standin' at my window When I heard that whistle blow I know the train had left the station Where did my baby go? It was a mean old fireman And a cruel of engineer Mean old fireman And a cruel old engineer Gone and took my babe Left me standing here Asked the man at the station Please may I ride the lines I asked the man at the station Please may I ride the lines He said you know I wouldn't mind son But that old train ain't mine So many roads There are so many roads So many trains to ride Yes, there are so many roads So many trains to ride I gotta find my babe Before I can be satisfied