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MY LADY CRIES WHEN THE TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

Written: Gallagher Street, Las Cruces NM, 1980

 

Knees wrote this for his favorite lady, Jerron Roberts. They spent much of their time in a dreamlike state, letting emotions run wild, and Knees wanted to preserve in song some of her more endearing histrionics.

 

My lady cries when the train whistle blows

Dreamin bout her past that only she knows

In the night I hold her tighter

To keep her here with me

But as long as that whistle blows she goes

To her railroad days and the girl she used to be.

 

She rode the rails with her ramblin gamblin man

She kept a cigar in his smile

An a drink in his hand

He kept her for his pleasure

Now the pleasure’s all mine

But as long as that whistle blows she goes

To her railroad days and the girl she left behind

 

She’s the finest woman that I’ve ever known

She’s made me a father an given me a home

An I know it all all happened

Such a long long time ago

But my lady still cries

When the train whistle blows.

 

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