Train on the Island Train on the island, hear the whistle blow Go and tell my true love, I'm sick and I can't go Train on the island, listen to her squeal Go and tell my true love how happy I do feel Train on the island, heading for the West Me and my man done split up, perhaps its for the best Bring me a sip of water, bring it in a cup Me and my man done split up, and we're never gonna make up Show me the crow that flies so high and show me the one that falls If I can't get the man I love, I don't want none at all Went out over the mountain, to hear that banjo ring Went out over the other side just to hear my darling sing Make me a banjo out of a gourd, string it up with twine The only tune that it would play, I wish that man were mine
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