[1] See that east bound [4] passenger [1] train
Comin' round the [5] bend
It's takin' away my [4] own true [1] love
Never [5] return [1] again

All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are o'er
All the good times are past and gone
Little darlin' don't you weep no more

I wish to the Lord I'd never been born
Or died when I was young
I never would a' seen those two brown eyes
Or heard your lying tongue

See that lonesome turtle dove
Flyin' from pine to pine
He's mournin' for his own true love
Just like I mourn for mine