Written by John R. Cash and Billy Smith
There's an engine at the station, the whistle calls my name
It's callin', callin', callin', come and get aboard me aboard the train
My baby's gone and I'm alone to live in misery
I'm gonna call and make a reservation for me
Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train
Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train
I'm gonna climb aboard and ride until I learn to smile
I'll be knockin' out the blues while I'm knockin' out the miles
With my guitar beating rhythm to click clack of the wheels
I'm gonna sing the blues 'cause that's the way that I feel
Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train
Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train
Conductor go and tell the man to shovel on the coal
It doesn't seem half as bad as long as I can roll
Give me another ticket and I'll stay and ride with you
'Cause there's nothing left to live for in this world we're rollin' through
Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train
Gonna ride a blue train, gonna ride a blue train
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