Hate That Train
By Bill Colgate

I got a friend works at the railway station
He told me something he could hardly say
About a woman fitting your description
Who bought a ticket heading just one way
I barely understood the words he said
Between the lightning and the driving rain
If I know nothing in this great big world
One thing I know is that I hate that train

Hate that train and it's whistle blowing
Hate that train and anywhere it's goin'    
Hate that train for tellin' me that it's all in vain
My God I love to hate that train

There is a line that runs from New York City
There is a line that ends in Omaha
There is a line that for the sake of pity
Is the one that we should never draw
But now he tells me that you've up and gone
And what I have for you is love in vain
If I know nothing in this great big world
One thing I know is that I hate that train

And every night around ten
I am drawn once again to my window
When the 9:58 starts to rattle the gate and the door
Like a constant sore I've made a friend of the pain
I love to hate that train

© Widow Pook Music 1995 - Socan

Bill Colgate - Lead Vocal
Mike Francis - Electric and Acoustic Guitars
Brian Leonard - Drums
Tom Szczesniak - Bass
Ray Parker - Synth
Ralph Cole - Solo Guitar
David Blamires, Dan Clancy - Vocals