there s an engine at the station and the whistle calls my name it s calling calling calling come and get aboard the train my baby s gone and i m alone to live in misery i m going to call and make a reservation for me going to ride a blue train going to ride a blue train going to ride a blue train going to ride a blue train i m going to climb aboard and ride until i learn to smile i ll be knocking out the blues while i m knocking out the miles with my guitar beat and rhythm to the click clack of the wheels i m going to sing the blues because that s the way that i feel conductor go and tell the man to shovel on the coal it doesn t seem half as bad as long as i can roll give me another ticket and i ll stay and ride with you there s nothing left to live for in this world we re rolling through 