I'm going down to the depot to look my good gal in the eyes I'm going down to the depot to look my good gal in the eyes When you hear me saying, good by my love good bye I hear that train is coming, coming down the track I hear that train is coming, coming down the track With it's whistle wide open, and (?) I left that girl in mourning, making ninety five I left that girl in mourning, making ninety five And I got in New York, twenty five (?) half past Nine