I want to tell about my baby, speak of her with pride. She go out of the way to make me satisfied. She's my baby, she's my baby, well, that's true. Well, I can't call her sugar, sugar never was so sweet.
Well, now, there's two, there's two trains running. Well, they ain't never, no, going my way. Well, now, one run at midnight and the other one. Running just 'fore day.