So Many Roads

	So many roads
	So many trains to ride
	So many roads
	So many trains to ride
	I'm gonna find my baby
	Before I'll be satisfied
	I was standing at my window
	When I heard that whistle blow
	Standing at my window
	When I heard that whistle blow
	Well it sung like a straight line
	But it was below
	It was a mean old fireman
	And a cruel old engineer
	It was a mean old fireman
	And a cruel old engineer
	That took my baby
	And left me standing here