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Your Mumma’s gone on the morning train
She ain’t coming back, till the sun hangs low
She ain’t coming back, until the sky turns black
Hungry is my soul for a kiss, black lips
To see me through, black lips, to bring her home
Your Mamma’s gone, one the morning train
She ain’t coming back till the sun hangs low
She ain’t coming back, until the sky turns black
The day is heavy and I am weak, too weak
To carry the whole day through, too weak
To carry you
