Diana Lawrence

TRAIN TO CHICAGO

There once was a train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-taking you from New York City to chi-ca-Chicago.
There once was a train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-taking you from New York City to chi-ca-Chicago.

My baby my baby was the best thing you ever did see.
I couldn’t ask for more and I swore he loved only me,
But when I woke up this morning I found a letter, saying it was much better for him to go
and there was someone that he had to see in chi-ca-Chicago.

There once was a train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-taking you from New York City to chi-ca-Chicago.
There once was a train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-taking ‘way my sweet sweet baby to chi-ca-Chicago.

Well I tore across the city in a wild and crazy state.
When I got to the station it was already too late.
Standing on the platform, listening to the whistle blow blow blow
and watching my baby leave for chi-ca-Chicago.

Well I’m so lonesome I could just up and die right now.
I gotta get my baby back but I just don’t know how.
I’m gonna beg and plead, tell him he’s all I need, try everything I know,
but first I gotta get myself to chi-ca-Chicago…

There was a train (chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train)
There was a train (chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train)
taking me to my sweet baby in chi-ca-Chicago.