(Words & music: Doc Pomus / Mort Shuman)

Hear that old train whistle howling in the night,

If that flyer´s southbound everything will be all right,
I´m leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
I´m gonna get back home somehow.

Don´t nobody tell me baby´s been untrue,
If she´s been unfaithful,
I don´t know what I´ll do,
I´m leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
I´m gonna get back home somehow.

Never thought that I could miss her so,
I never thought I could, but now I know.

The sound of the old train whistle makes me want to cry,
Reminds me of that lonely feeling when I said goodbye,

I´m leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
I´m gonna get back home somehow.

Never thought that I could miss her so,
Never thought I could, but now I know.

The sound of the old train whistle makes me want to cry,
Reminds me of that lonely feeling when I said goodbye.
I´m leaving now, leaving now, leaving now
I´m gonna get back home somehow.

Recorded: 1962/03/18, first released on Pot Luck