That Evening Train

How long? How long?
Has that evening train been gone?
How long, how long?
Baby, how long?
If I could holler like a mountain jack,
I’d go on the mountain and call my baby back.
So long, oooooh mama so long.
Crazy about my baby.
Oh but I guess that I love that way.
She’s a dirty mistreater,
and she mistreats me everyday.
She’s a dirty mistreater,
and she mistreats me everyday.