Joe Bonamassa - So Many Roads lyrics

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So many roadsSo many trains to rideSo many roadsSo many trains to rideI'm gonna find my babyBefore I'll be satisfied.I was standing at my windowWhen I heard that whistle blowI was standing at my windowWhen I heard that whistle blowI thought it was a straight lineBut it was B & OIt was a mean old firemanAnd a cruel engineerIt was a mean old firemanAnd a cruel engineerThat took my babyAnd left me standing hereSo many roadsSo many trains to rideSo many roadsSo many trains to rideI'm gonna find my babyBefore I'll be satisfied