Starch my old collar, wash my coveralls,
I'm gonna ride that train they call the Cannonball,
From Washington to Buffalo.
See that train a-coming, yonder round the bend,
To carry me away and I ain't coming back again
Goodbye babe, I'm leaving you.
My baby left me, she even took my shoes,
That's enough to give a man those lowdown worried blues,
Baby's gone, she's solid gone.
I'm going up North, going up North this fall,
If my luck don't change, ain't coming back at all.
Goodbye babe, my blue-eyed babe.
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