Here it is from memory. I did love singing this song---with either banjo or guitar--even jew's harp onm occasion.

The people of Tennessee want to know what wrecked their gravy train,
The one they thought was run so well and now who can they blame,
They want to know who greased the track and started it down that road,
The same old train that carried all the money to pay for the highway roads.

CHORUS)
And Now we're up against it and no use to raise a row,
Of all the times I ever have seen we're sure up against it now,
The only thing that we can do is to do the best we can,
So follow me good people--we're bound for the promised land.

Now I could've been a banker without the least excuse,
But look at the treasury of Tennessee and tell me what's the use,
We lately bonded Tennessee for just five million bucks,
The bonds were issued---the money tied up---and now we're in tough luck.

Some blame all on politics---some lay it on others you see,
But, friends, you can plainly see what happened to Tennessee,
The ungineer pulled the throttle---the fireman rang the bell,
The conductor hollered "ALL ABOARD"---and the banks all went to hell.

Art Thieme