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.