8 acessos
Oh, the train of love keeps moving on down the track; well, i left so fast that i even forgot to pack;well, i called my baby, on the telephone; told her to meet me at the station; 'cause i'm coming home; yeah, yeah; woo, woo, shovel more coal in the fire; well, i'm coming home, home, to see my desire; well, i miss her so; how much you'll never know; and, when i get back, i'll never let her go; no, no;* oh, my heart keeps beating. beating away; it seems to tell; it seems to say; "get right home, just as quick as you can; so she'll be into the arms of her loving man;oh, the train of love keeps moving on down the line; well, on the locomotive, there's a number ninety-nine; that's for ninety-nine kisses i'm gonna give and ninety-nine hugs and we're gonna live; yeah, yeah;well, i called my baby, on the telephone; told her to meet me at the station; 'cause i'm coming home; yeah, yeah; *