Love in Vain - Walter Trout

Well, I followed her to the station

With a suitcase in my hand

Lord, I followed her to the station

With a suitcase in my hand

Well, it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell

When all your love’s in vain

All my love is in vain

When the train pulled up to the station

And I looked her in her eye

When the train pulled up to the station

And I looked her in her eye

I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome

And I could not help but cry

All my love is in vain

Well, the train, it left the station

Two lights on behind

Well, the train, it left the station

With two lights on behind

Well, the blue light was my blues

The red light was my mind

All my love is in vain

Ooh, Willie Mae

Ooh, ooh, Willie Mae

All my love is in vain