Tell The Engineer

Somebody ought to tell that engineer
 He don't have to blow his whistle
 Not so early in the morning
 Tell him to take his train
 Move it down the line
 My heart's full of sorrow
 My baby left here late last night
 Disappeared right out of sight
 She ain't coming back it's clear
 Tell that engineer
 I am just a poor millers son
 I grind buckwheat into flour
 I work hard everyday
 When I get home at night
 I'm a little tired
 I don't have that much to say
 She just wouldn't understand
 She wanted more than just a man
 She rode that train right out of here
 Tell that engineer
 Somebody ought to tell that paperboy
 Throwing it up against my door
 I sure could use some news
 It's been too many years
 I've cried too many tears
 I've paid too many dues
 Somebody ought to go up to that station
 Where they're just standing round and waiting
 Tell them what's been going on around here
 Tell that engineer