Hello darlin', my it's good to hear you.
I'm at the railroad station in St. Paul.
How are all the folks I'd love to see them
but girl, I'd love to see you most of all.
Well I been staring at the rain and I been thinking,
ever since the train left Montreal,
you know I thought I'd always love this life I'm living,
but now I know I love you most of all.
Many times before I know I swore that
I'd come home to stay ,
but it always seems foolish dreams and trains got in my way.
Tomorrow there'll be snow in Minnesota,
but I won't around to watch it fall,
no I'll be headed for an old familiar station,
just hoping you still love me most of all.
And girl you know I love you most of all.
I miss you baby
Most of all.
I miss you baby, most of all.