I`ve got to ride that lonesome train.
My heart is heavy with aches and pain.
I said but someday, someday baby,
After a while, you will be sorry.
Every day my clouds are grey;
It takes you to roll all those clouds away.
I said but someday, someday baby,
After a while, you will be sorry.
Trouble, trouble, trouble on my mind.
Trouble, trouble, way down the line.
I don`t need, I don`t need no sympathy,
So babe, babe, don`t you, don`t you pity me.
I may be blue, but I don`t mind,
Because I know way down the line,
I said someday, someday baby,
After a while, you will be sorry.