So Many Roads
So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride
I'm gonna find my baby
Before I'll be satisfied
I was standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
Standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
Well it sung like a straight line
But it was below
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
That took my baby
And left me standing here
Tantas carreteras
Tantas carreteras
Tantos trenes para viajar
Tantas carreteras
Tantos trenes para viajar
Voy a encontrar a mi amor
Antes de estar satisfecho
Estaba parado en mi ventana
Cuando escuché ese silbato sonar
Parado en mi ventana
Cuando escuché ese silbato sonar
Sonaba como una línea recta
Pero estaba abajo
Era un viejo fogonero malo
Y un cruel ingeniero
Era un viejo fogonero malo
Y un cruel ingeniero
Que se llevó a mi amor
Y me dejó aquí parado