Mama don抰 抷ou send me no love this month
抍ause my heart is all used up
And mama I wanna come home
I wanna get back home
So look out into the morning rain
抍ause I抦 on the mourning train
I抦 bringing down my suitcase now
I抦 shining up my good shoes brown
抍ause no-one knows my name
Now, no-one knows my name
So look out into the morning rain
抍ause I抦 on the mourning train
Mama look at me now
Oh how I wish
You were around
So many friends I wish
I had right now
Mister you can抰 hurt me now
You抳e got my girl, I still don抰 know how
But it don抰 matter now
No it don抰 matter now
So look out into the morning rain
抍ause I抦 on,
I抦 already on
The mourning train
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