As sung by Jeff Warner & Jeff Davis, who got it from Paul Brown:

GOING DOWN TO TAMPA

My mama, she told me, when I was five years old,
"You're bound to be a rounder, son, gosh darn your hard-luck soul!"
I've got my ticket, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do:
I'm going down to Tampa, settle down.

Cho:
Settle down, settle down, settle down!
Settle down, settle down, settle down!
I've got my ticket, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do:
I'm going down to Tampa, settle down.

Conductor, conductor, won't you please let me ride your line?
You've got to have a ticket, boy, you know this train ain't mine!
I've got my ticket...

Well, yonder stands my gal with a red rag in her hand.
I believe unto my soul she's found herself another man.
I've got my ticket...

My mama, she told me, my papa he told me too,
"Don't let no New York woman make a gosh darn fool outa you!"
I've got my ticket...

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, your crying won't make me stay.
Well, the more that you holler gal, the more I'm going away!
I've got my ticket...

(Repeat first verse.)



I think that's all of it...

~ Becky in Tucson