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4 Says, she carried me, carried me to her parlor, Lord, she cooled me, cooled me with her fan,
Says, she swore by, swore by the man who made her, "Mother, I do, do love a railroad man."
Variant Chorus:
Railroad man ain't got no home, Railroad man ain't got no home, Railroad man ain't got no home, Here today, Lord, tomorrow he'll be gone.
5 Well, she told me, told me that she loved me, Jus' to give my, give my po' heart ease,
Just as soon as, soon as I got in trouble, Well, she turned her, turned her back on me.
6 On Monday, Monday, I was arrested, On Tuesday locked up in jail,
On Wednesday my trial was attested, On Thursday nobody wouldn't go my bail.
7 On Friday me an' my baby was a-walkin', On Saturday she throwed me out of doors, On Sunday me an' my baby was a-talkin', On Monday she pawned all my clothes.
8 Needn't to come here, come here buckin' an' jumpin' * Lawd, you sho, sho can't stand,
Lawd, it's ol', ol' buckin' an' jumpin'
Have been the death of, death of many a good man.
* " 'Buckm' an> jumpm'' or 'buck-jumpm*» means to do field work the easy, shoddy way and to conceal this fact from your boss or your driver." |
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