«Long Black Train» - Lonnie Johnson

OKeh 8822. Lonnie Johnson - vocal with guitar. New York City. August 5, 1930. #blues #bluesguitar #bluessinger #1930 #acusticguitar #lonniejohnson Words and Music by Lonnie Johnson. Here comes that long black train, stoppin’ at my door again. Here comes that long black train, stoppin’ at my door again. That’s the same old train, that stole my two best friends. Engineer blows his whistle, when pass through my old hometown. Engineer blows his whistle when pass through my old hometown. The next time he passed through, left me with my head hangin’ down. He’s a mean old engineer, ‘s got a heart like a piece of iron. Mean old engineer, ‘s got a heart like a piece of iron. He’s taken my mother, my father, my wife left me at the station cryin’. I said, “Mr. Engineer, please let me ride your blind.” I said, “Mr. Engineer, please don’t be so unkind.” Says, “I’m only a heartbreaker, and you can’t ride this train of mine.” Train started off slowly, tears began streamin’ down. Train started off slowly, tears began streamin’ down. I said, “Lord why was I left, in this god-forsaken town?” I watched that headlight shinin’, far as my poor little eyes could see. Watched that headlight shinin’, far as my poor little eyes could see. Often wondered why mother and dad, never sent for me.