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I lost everything I had in the '29 flood |
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Barn was buried beneath a mile of mud |
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Now I'm down to nothing but the whistle and the steam |
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My baby's leaving on the 2:19 |
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Now there's a fella been preachin' about hell and damnation |
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Bouncing off the walls at the grand central station |
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I treated her bad, I treated her mean |
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My baby's leaving on the 2:19 |
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I said hey, hey, I don't know what to do |
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Hey, hey, I will remember you |
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Hey, hey, I don't know what to do |
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My baby's leaving on the 2:19 |
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I've always been puzzled about the yin and the yang |
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Come out in the wash but it always leaves a stain |
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Sturm and the drang, the luster and the sheen |
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My baby's leaving on the 2:19 |
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Toss the baby with the water and preacher stole the bride |
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Sent her out for a bottle but she come back inside |
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She didn't bring my whiskey, didn't bring my gin |
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She had a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin |
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I said hey, hey, I don't know what to do |
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Hey, hey, I will remember you |
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Hey, hey, I don't know what to do |
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My baby's leaving on the 2:19 |
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On the train you get smaller as you get further away |
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The roar covers everything you wanted to say |
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Was that a raindrop in the corner of your eye? |
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Were you drying your nails or waving good bye? |
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I said hey, hey, I don't know what to do |
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Hey, hey, I will remember you |
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Hey, hey, I don't know what to do |
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My baby's leaving on the 2:19 |
