| Song | Mama From The Train |
| Artist | Patti Page |
| Album | Tennessee Waltz - 20 Smash Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Irving Gordon Music:Irving Gordon | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Wave mama from the train a goodbye | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss | |
| And don't cry, my baby, don't cry | |
| How I miss that sweet lady with her old-country touch | |
| Miss her quaint broken English called *Pennsylvania Dutch* | |
| I can still see her there at the station that day | |
| Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Dry mama all your tears, won't you try? | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| And eat mama up all her pie | |
| Can't believe that she's gone now, it's a lonely old town | |
| Yet I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down | |
| 'cause whenever I happen to be passing through | |
| I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew | |
| And I | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Wave mama from the train a goodbye | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| And she throws one back from up high |
| Lyrics: Irving Gordon Music: Irving Gordon | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Wave mama from the train a goodbye | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss | |
| And don' t cry, my baby, don' t cry | |
| How I miss that sweet lady with her oldcountry touch | |
| Miss her quaint broken English called Pennsylvania Dutch | |
| I can still see her there at the station that day | |
| Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Dry mama all your tears, won' t you try? | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| And eat mama up all her pie | |
| Can' t believe that she' s gone now, it' s a lonely old town | |
| Yet I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down | |
| ' cause whenever I happen to be passing through | |
| I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew | |
| And I | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Wave mama from the train a goodbye | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| And she throws one back from up high |
| Lyrics: Irving Gordon Music: Irving Gordon | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Wave mama from the train a goodbye | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss | |
| And don' t cry, my baby, don' t cry | |
| How I miss that sweet lady with her oldcountry touch | |
| Miss her quaint broken English called Pennsylvania Dutch | |
| I can still see her there at the station that day | |
| Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Dry mama all your tears, won' t you try? | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| And eat mama up all her pie | |
| Can' t believe that she' s gone now, it' s a lonely old town | |
| Yet I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down | |
| ' cause whenever I happen to be passing through | |
| I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew | |
| And I | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| Wave mama from the train a goodbye | |
| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss | |
| And she throws one back from up high |