I had a job I had a girl. I had something going mister in this world. I got laid off down at the lumber yard. Our love went bad times got hard. Now I work down at the carwash. Where all it ever does is rain. Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train. She just said "Joe I gotta go. We had it once we ain't got it any more". She packed her bags left me behind. She bought a ticket on the Central Line. Nights as I sleep I hear that whistle whining. Feel her kiss in the misty rain. And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train. Last night I heard your voice. You were crying crying you were so alone. You said your love had never died. You were waiting for me at home. Put on my jacket I ran through the woods. I ran till I thought my chest would explode. There in the clearing beyond the highway. In the moonlight our wedding house shone. I rushed through the yard I burst through the front door. My head pounding hard up the stairs I climbed. The room was dark our bed was empty. Then I heard that long whistle whine. And I dropped to my knees hung my head and cried. Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang. Knocking down them cross ties working in the rain. Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train.