Song Length |
2:40 |
Genre |
Country - Bluegrass, Country - Traditional |
Lyrics
When She Leaves
I?ve seen her drive off in a car
Get on a bus and go away too far
One time she even had the
Nerve to take a plane
I don?t know if it?s that lonesome whistle
Or because it rolls away so slow
But, I hate it when she leaves on the train
If leavin? becomes a sport they?ll name her
The first ?world champ?
Seems like I?m always a buildin? a fire
And she?s busy breakin? up camp
I?ve seen her float off in a hot air balloon
Whippin? her horse, leavin? at high noon
And one time she even took
My brother?s motor crane
I don?t know if it?s that cloud of smoke
Or those churnin? burnin? wheels
But, I hate it when she leaves on the train
I know she did it just to poke at my frustration
Last time she called to say good-bye
It was collect from the Amtrak station
Seen her pedal down the road on two wheels,
Hangin? on a fire truck when the siren squeals
One time she jumped in our boat
And prayed for rain
I don?t know if it?s that lonesome whistle
Or because it rolls away so slow
But, I hate it when she leaves on the train
Lord, I hate it when she leaves on the train