So Many Roads

(Marhall Paul)
 Well, there are so many roads
 So many trains to ride
 Well, there are so many roads
 So many trains to ride
 I've gotta find my babe
 Before I can be satisfied
 I was standing at my window
 When I heard that whistle blow
 Yea, standin' at my window
 When I heard that whistle blow
 I know the train had left the station
 Where did my baby go?
 It was a mean old fireman
 And a cruel of engineer
 Mean old fireman
 And a cruel old engineer
 Gone and took my babe
 Left me standing here
 Asked the man at the station
 Please may I ride the lines
 I asked the man at the station
 Please may I ride the lines
 He said you know I wouldn't mind son
 But that old train ain't mine
 So many roads
 There are so many roads
 So many trains to ride
 Yes, there are so many roads
 So many trains to ride
 I gotta find my babe
 Before I can be satisfied