Empire State Express - Aynsley Lister

Went down to the station

Leaned on against the door

Went down to the station

I leaned on against the door

It was the Empire State

You could tell by the way she run

I asked the depot agent

«Please let me ride the line»

I asked the depot agent

«Please let me ride the line»

He said, «I'd like to help you, son

But, you know, the Empire State it ain’t mine»

You know, the Empire State

You know, she rides on Eastern time

You know, the Empire State

Rides on Eastern time

It’s the «rollingest» baby

On the New York Central line

It was a mean ol' fireman

And a low-down engineer

It was a mean ol' fireman

And a low-down engineer

That took my baby away

Left poor me sitting here

That took my baby away

And left poor me sitting here

That took my baby away

And left poor me sitting here

Yeah, took my baby away

Oh oh oh