I?ve got to ride that lonesome train.
My heart is heavy with aches and pain.
I said but someday, someday baby,
After a while, you will be sorry.

Every day my clouds are grey;
It takes you to roll all those clouds away.
I said but someday, someday baby,
After a while, you will be sorry.

Trouble, trouble, trouble on my mind.
Trouble, trouble, way down the line.
I don?t need, I don?t need no sympathy,
So babe, babe, don?t you, don?t you pity me.

I may be blue, but I don?t mind,
Because I know way down the line,
I said someday, someday baby,
After a while, you will be sorry.