I’ve got to ride that lonesome train. My heart is heavy with aches and pain.
[Chorus:] I said but someday, someday baby, After a while, You will be sorry.
Every day, my clouds are grey; It takes you to roll all those clouds away.
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Trouble, trouble, trouble on my mind. Trouble, trouble, way down the line. I don’t need, I don’t need no sympathy, So babe, babe, don’t you, don’t you pity me.
I may be blue, but I don’t mind, Because I know way down the line,