(Words & music: Doc Pomus / Mort Shuman)

Hear that old train whistle howling in the night,
If that flyer's southbound everything will be all right,

I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
I'm gonna get back home somehow.

Don't nobody tell me baby's been untrue,
If she's been unfaithful,
I don't know what I'll do,
I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
I'm gonna get back home somehow.

Never thought that I could miss her so,
I never thought I could, but now I know.

The sound of the old train whistle makes me want to cry,
Reminds me of that lonely feeling when I said goodbye,
I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
I'm gonna get back home somehow.

Never thought that I could miss her so,
Never thought I could, but now I know.

The sound of the old train whistle makes me want to cry,
Reminds me of that lonely feeling when I said goodbye.
I'm leaving now, leaving now, leaving now
I'm gonna get back home somehow.

Recorded: 1962/03/18, first released on Pot Luck