Well, that mean old, mean old
Well, it carried my paperweight
And it blowed back at homey
Was that mean old, mean old fireman
And that cruel old engineer
Well, that mean old fireman
And that cruel old engineer
Lord, that was a low -down conductor
Lord, that waved that train from here
Well, that mean old, mean old servant
Thought that rode through
Well, it carried me woman I love away
And it blowed back out for me
I was standing, I was listening
I was standing, listening
Well, it blowed just like the sun it
Well, the train she was riding on, boy,
it was sixteen coaches long
Yes, the train she was riding,
Lord, I know she was leavin',
it just kept on blowin' on
Well, my mama, she told me,
Well, my mama, she told me,
Everybody grins in your face, son,
well, there ain't no friend of you
It was that mean old, mean old
Well, it carried the woman I love away
And it blew her back out for me