Old Black Choo Choo

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I’m just an old black choo-choo
On a rusty railroad track
They put me in the choo-choo graveyard
And they’re never gonna bring me back

They’re pulling my cars with a diesel
And the diesel sure looks proud
But he’ll never make the sound of a choo-choo
When he blows his whistle loud

    There’s many-many little children
    Can never thrill to my choo-choo sound
    If they don’t put me back upon the railroad
    I’ll never keep on chuggin’ around

    So me fa fa fa so la mi so so fa
    So me fa fa fa so la mi so
    So me fa fa fa so la la
    So me fa fa fa so la

My coat was black and shiny
On the day of my trial run
I’ll never forget how they eyed me
As I glistened in the sun

I’ll be the diesel’s helper
If they’ll only set me free
I’ll blow my whistle at the crossing
Make the diesel proud of me

Well, the black smoke rose in the distance
As the diesel roared  on by
But the coalburner kept on a-chuggin’
As he went on down the line

There’s a new day coming tomorrow
When you won’t hear the whistle scream
You’ll just hear the roar of the diesel
Like the foghorn out at sea