Lirieke: Johnny Cash. American V: A Hundred Highways. The Evening Train.

:
(Hank Williams)

The baby's eyes are red from weeping
It's little heart is filled with pain
And Daddy cried they're taking Mama
Away from us on the evening train

I heard the laughter at the depot
But my tears fell like the rain
When I saw them place that long white casket
In the baggage coach of the evening train

As I turned to walk away from the depot
It seemed I heard her call my name
Take care of baby and tell him darling
That I'm going home on the evening train

I pray that God will give me courage
To carry on til we meet again
It's hard to know she's gone forever
They're carrying her home on the evening train