Coming down from Tennessee, riding on the line,
Thinking 'bout my lil' darlin', couldn't keep from crying.
Honey babe I'm bound to ride,
Don't you want to go?
Going to Atlanta just to look around,
If things don't suit me gonna find another town.
Riding on a streetcar, looking over the town,
Eating saltine crackers, ten cents a pound.
Working on a railroad, saving all I can,
Looking for that woman that ain't got no man.
Standing on the corner, a thousand miles from home,
Studying 'bout them good times, done past and gone.
If I die a railroad man, bury me under the ties,
So I can hear old number nine as she goes rolling by.
See that train a coming, coming round the bend,
Goodbye my little darling, I'm on my way again.
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