| Well, I followed her to the station | |
| With a suitcase in my hand | |
| Lord, I followed her to the station | |
| With a suitcase in my hand | |
| Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell | |
| When all your love's in vain | |
| All my love is in vain | |
| When the train pulled up to the station | |
| And I looked her in her eye | |
| When the train pulled up to the station | |
| And I looked her in her eye | |
| I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome | |
| And I could not help but cry | |
| All my love is in vain | |
| Well, the train, it left the station | |
| Two lights on behind | |
| Well, the train, it left the station | |
| With two lights on behind | |
| Well, the blue light was my blues | |
| The red light was my mind | |
| All my love is in vain | |
| Ooh, Willie Mae | |
| Ooh, ooh, Willie Mae | |
| All my love is in vain |