(Marhall Paul)       Well, there are so many roads   So many trains to ride   Well, there are so many roads   So many trains to ride   I've gotta find my babe   Before I can be satisfied      I was standing at my window   When I heard that whistle blow   Yea, standin' at my window   When I heard that whistle blow   I know the train had left the station   Where did my baby go?      It was a mean old fireman   And a cruel of engineer   Mean old fireman   And a cruel old engineer   Gone and took my babe   Left me standing here      Asked the man at the station   Please may I ride the lines   I asked the man at the station   Please may I ride the lines   He said you know I wouldn't mind son   But that old train ain't mine   So many roads      There are so many roads   So many trains to ride   Yes, there are so many roads   So many trains to ride   I gotta find my babe   Before I can be satisfied