Blue railroad train. I'm goin' down the railroad track. It makes me feel so doggone blue. To listen to that old smokestack Drivers a-rollin' on. Leavin' me here behind. And give me back them good
come all you good time people. while I've got money to spend. tomorrow might be Monday. and I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend. well I've got plenty of money in my pocket. my good time friend
Was in the spring. One sunny day. My sweetheart left me. Lord, she went away And now she's gone. And I don't' worry. Lord, I'm sitting. On top of the world She called me up. From down in Al Pas
I remember as a boy. How I'd wander and enjoy. I'd watch the trains as they'd go by. And the whistle's lonely sound. You could hear for miles around. As they rolled across that Greenville trestle
Along about eighteen twenty-five,. I left Tennessee very much alive. I never would have got through the Arkansas mud. If I hadn't been a-ridin' on the Tennessee Stud. I had some trouble with my sw
