I'd seen that pretty gal standin' there Dropped/brought my tongue down to my chin
She took me down to 2nd street She said "I'll be right back" I waited there for seven weeks Then got back on the track
Oh no, the trouble that I'm in Good times are over I got whiskers on my chin And there's a long lonely road, boys So long, tell my troubles to the wind
Way down south in Louisville They showed me to the door They hadn't seen a railroad bum They don't need me 'round
The police came and got me They took/dropped me way downtown
If you're ever in Birmingham You know where I'll be found Standin' in line at the CCC
So put away your whiskey boys Throw down your gamblin' cards Quit sellin' that corn liquor boys And sleepin' in freight yards
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