Trouble Was a Train

Marylou wore a dress of blue
Cool and crisp as the morning dew
Tried to hide from view all the pain she knew
Trouble was a train come a rolling through

Johnny Greer was the engineer
Saw the rickety rails, knew he better steer clear
But the mind can’t fear what the heart holds dear
Indigo pleats and a runaway tear

Marylou drew nigh with a whispered sigh,
Said, “leave your train, and away let's fly“
Then turned her eye to the raven black sky,
And vanished on the wind without saying goodbye

Trouble was a train come a rolling through

Johnny’s heart awoke with the words she spoke
On the way from Boone to Roanoke
Till then he’ll choke on the billowing smoke
Coming from the train and the fire she stoked

Trouble was a train come a rolling through
Trouble was a train
Trouble was a train come a rolling through
Trouble was a train come a rolling through



© Jackson T. Maust and Gregory J. Yoder, 2016