So Many Roads

So many roads, yeah So many trains to ride So many roads, yeah So many, so many trains to ride Whoa, I've got to find my baby Whoa, before I'll be satisfied I was standin' at my window When I heard that whistle blow I was standin' at my window When I heard that whistle blow I thought it was a streamline Whoa, it was a B and O It was a mean old fireman, yeah It was a cruel, cruel old engineer It was a mean, mean old fireman, yeah It was a cruel, cruel old engineer Yes, it took away my baby Whoa, and it left me standin' here Yeah, yeah