Wasting Tears

I was hanging ‘round a West Virginia town when I heard that lonesome train whistle blow.
The sound was so sad and it hurt me oh so bad that it seemed like it would dig into my soul.
There was a time I know that I loved to hear it blow when she was here by my side.
But now she’s gone away. I guess she’s gone to stay and; left me here remembering her lies.

Her kisses were as sweet as cherries on a tree and her body was always warm to me.
I used to hold her tight in the middle of the night and the train whistle always sounded sweet.
But now she’s gone away and I guess she’s gone to stay. I haven’t heard from her for many years. She’s been gone so long and I feel so alone just sitting here wasting bitter tears.

I guess I’ll go away. gonna leave tis town someday. Leave all of her memories behind.
There ain’t no hurt like home when you’re there all alone and there’s no one there to ease your mind.
Everything I see and touch inside of this old house reminds me of the days when she was here.
I’m gonna go away gonna leave here someday and stop wasting time and bitter tears.

The sound of the freight train made me realize that; I’ve been hanging round way too long,
It sounded like my invitation; to climb on board and just get gone.
I’m gonna go back home, pack all that I own and, be here in the morning about dawn.
I’m gonna get on board that six o’clock train and at sundown I’ll be a long time gone.