Robert Johnson
A, Am, C, D, E, G
I followed her to the station, the suitcase in my hand.
Lord, I followed her to the station, the 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's in vain.
When the train pulled in the station, I looked her in the eye.
When the train pulled in the station, I looked her in the eye.
How lonesome I felt, so lonesome, could not help but cry.
All my love's in vain.
When the train left the station, two lights on behind.
When the train left the station, two lights on behind.
Well, the blue light was my blue.
Red light was my mine.
All my love was in vain.