Mama From the Train

Throw    mama from the train a kiss, a kiss;

Wave mama from the train a good – b       ye.

Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss,

And d     on’t cry, my      ba –     by,    don’t cry.

How I miss that sweet la – dy    with her old – coun – try t     ouch,

Miss her quaint broken     English called Penn – syl – van – ia Dutch;

I can still see   her there    at      the    sta – tion       that day,

Calling out   to      her      ba – by     as the train pulled a – way.

Throw    mama from the train a kiss, a kiss,

Dry mama all your tears, won’t you t       ry?

Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss,

And      eat    ma – ma       up     all    her p     ie.

Can’t believe that she’s gone now,    it’s a lonely     old t     own,

Yet I know that her     heavenly l    ove    keeps looking down;

‘Cause when – ev – er   I    hap – pen      to    be    pass –       ing through,

I could swear she       was t     here with    the wa     rmth I o     nce knew. And I

Throw    mama from the train a kiss, a kiss;

Wave mama from the train a good – b       ye.

Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss

And s     he throws one      back from    up h     igh.