And the version my brother and I have done for the last 30 years (kind of an amalgamation of many versions-but isn't that what folk music is all about)?

Gonna give everybody my regards
Even if I have to ride the rods
When I'm in Georgia with no place to go
Make me a pallet on your floor.

Worried blues are everywhere I see
These worried blues are everywhere I see
These blues are all around me; they're everywhere I go
Make me a pallet on your floor.

I'd be more than satisfied
If I could take that train and ride
When I reach Atlanta, with no place to go
You can make me a pallet on your floor.

There is also a version titled "Cindy Jane" on an old Bob Gibson album.