(Jakob Dylan)

Mama, don't you send me a letter this month
My heart is all used up
Mama I wanna come home
I wanna get back home

So look out into the morning train
'Cause I'm on, ooh ooh ooh, the mourning train

I'm bringing down my suitcase now
And I'm shining my good shoes round
'Cause no one knows my name
No one knows my name

So look out into the morning train
'Cause I'm on, ooh ooh ooh, the mourning train

Mister you can't hurt me now
You got my girl, I still don't know how
But it don't matter now
No it don't matter now

So look out into the morning train
'Cause I'm on, ooh ooh ooh, the mourning train