| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
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| Wave mama from the train a goodbye
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| Throw mama from the train a kiss a kiss
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| And don’t cry, my baby, don’t cry
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| How I miss that sweet lady with her old-country touch
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| Miss her quaint broken English called *Pennsylvania Dutch*
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| I can still see her there at the station that day
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| Calling out to her baby as the train pulled away
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| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
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| Dry mama all your tears, won’t you try?
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| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
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| And eat mama up all her pie
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| Can’t believe that she’s gone now, it’s a lonely old town
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| Yet I know that her heavenly love keeps looking down
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| 'cause whenever I happen to be passing through
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| I could swear she was there with the warmth I once knew
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| And I
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| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
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| Wave mama from the train a goodbye
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| Throw mama from the train a kiss, a kiss
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| And she throws one back from up high |