Oh you oughta been uptown And see that train come down Heard the whistle blowin' a hundred miles Whee-hoo. Lord Lord Well I think I hear that train Comin' round the bend Blowin' like she'd never blow again Train 45. Whee-hoo Oh I'm goin' up the track Bring my little woman back I'm tired of living this a-way I'm a-goin' after her, Henry. Train 45 Comin' I hear the train how lonesome she blows She blows like she's never blown before Whee-hoo. Lord Lord If this train runs right see my woman Saturday night I'm nine hundred miles away from home Whee-hoo. Tell em, Henry, tell em