American Ballads and Folk Songs
_____                                                                                                                                                                                                                      ■ -■                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 -                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Just found following, from folloqing up a rf to Frank Warner collection on another thread                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
Chorus:
Watch her and catch her And jump her juberju, Release the brakes and let her go, The bums will ride her through.
Chorus:
Don't stop for water, Just catch it on the fly, Will I get Holy Moses, On the Pennsylvania line!
Get out, get out, you dirty bum, You're on the Nashville train, Ten thousand miles away from home, Riding* an old freight train.
or Ten thousand miles away from home My heart was filled with pain.
Standing on the platform, Smoking a cheap cigar, A-listening for the next freight train To catch an empty car,
My pocketbook was empty,
My heart was full of pain,
Ten thousand miles away from home,
A-bumming the railroad train.
•As sung by a seventy-one-year-old ex-jailbird, a one-legged, "retired" Negro in New Orleans, t Kentucky mountain version. From H. H. Fuson's Songs of the Kentucky Highlands.

What does it all mean?

~M~