Whiskey Train

Drinkin my whiskey on a Southbound train

Tryin’ to forget this damned old pain

Bottle of Ezra and my guitar too

Sippin from the bottle and singin the blues

Hopped me a freighter down in New Orleans

All the way to Memphis with a Dixie Queen

Rode her to Chicago ‘till she got her fill

She left me for a loser in a Coupe de Ville

Drinkin’ with the hobos, and singin’ the blues

Ain’t no woman, tell me what to do

Goin’ back to Memphis ‘fore I go insane

I’m killin’ my blues, on the Whiskey Train

Rolled into Memphis on the Twelve-oh-Five

Looking for a woman make me jump n jive

Headed down to Beale, no dolla to spare

Hounded by the man, you know I don’t care

Lucky Lucinda (and) Sookie Taudrey too

Took me to the hotel and got me a room

Took all my money and my gator shoes

Now I’m ridin’ that train, just payin’ my dues

Drinkin’ with the hobos, and singin’ the blues

Ain’t no woman, tell me what to do

Goin’ back to Memphis ‘fore I go insane

I’m killin’ my blues, on the Whiskey Train