This Train

Hank Thompson

Every room seems empty now since she's gone away
The music of her laughter is a thing of yesterday
The patter of her footsteps when she'd meet me at the door
The smiling face I loved to see is gone forever more

I see a cozy love seat when we used to sit and talk
My tears fall on the carper where my sweet baby used to walk

A dozen other women I might get to take her place
But none to touch her sweetness, none would have her grace
When her footsteps pleaded from me, it cut me like a sword
A goodbye told me, she was gone, my baby I adore

I see a cozy love seat when we used to sit and talk
My tears fall on the carper where my sweet baby used to walk