The Final Problem Chapter 3

Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
 Wave mama from the train a goodbye
 Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss
 And don't cry, my baby, don't cry
 How I miss that sweet lady with her old-country touch
 Miss her quaint broken English called *Pennsylvania Dutch*
 I can still see her there at the station that day
 Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away
 Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
 Dry mama all your tears, won't you try?
 Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
 And eat mama up all her pie
 Can't believe that she's gone now, it's a lonely old town
 Yet, I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down
 'Cause whenever I happen to be passing through
 I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew
 And I throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
 Wave mama from the train a goodbye
 Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
 And she throws one back from up high