[]Oh, listen to the train coming down the line,
trying to make up []all of her lost time,
from Buff[]alooo...[] to Washing[]ton.
[]You can wash my jumper starch my overalls,
catch the train []they call the Cannonball,
from Buff[]alooo...[] to Washing[]ton.
[]My baby s left me, she even took my shoes,
enough to give a man these [] doggone worried blues,
she s []gone... [] she s solid [] gone.
[G]Yonder comes the train coming down the track,
carry me away, but it [C]ainât gonna carry me back,
my honey [G]babe...[D] my blue eyed [G] babe.
[G] I m going up north, I m going up north this fall,
if luck don t change [C] I wonât be back at all,
my honey [G]babe.... [D] I m leaving [G] you.
